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Authors: Lisa Kleypas
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I’d had a steak.
Reading my expression, Jack flashed a grin and turned his attention back to the phone. “Baked potatoes,” he said. “The works. Sour cream, bacon . . .”
“And cheese,” I heard myself say dazedly. Real cheese that actually melted. I swallowed hard.
“And cheese,” Jack repeated. He glanced at me, an evil gleam in his eyes. “What about dessert?”
All thoughts of resistance fled. If I was going to break every vegan rule and dietary principle, betraying Dane in the process, I might as well do a thorough job of it.
“Something chocolate,” I heard myself say breathlessly.
Jack scanned the menu. “Two pieces of chocolate cake. Thanks.” Setting the phone down, he sent me a triumphant glance.
It still wasn’t too late. I could insist that he cancel my half of the order and replace it with a green salad, a plain potato, and steamed vegetables. But I had gone weak-kneed at the thought of a rib eye.
“How long until they bring my steak?” I asked.
“Thirty-five minutes.”
“I should have told you to go to hell,” I muttered.
He smiled smugly. “I knew you wouldn’t.”
“How?”
“Because women who are willing to cheat a little can always be talked into cheating a lot.” Jack laughed as I frowned at him. “Relax, Ella. Dane never has to know.”
FIVE
A pair of waiters brought a feast to the hotel room and arranged it in the sitting area. They unfolded the hot cart into a table, draped it in white linen, and brought out silver-domed plates. By the time the wine was poured and all the dishes were uncovered, I was trembling with hunger.
Luke, however, became fractious after I changed his diaper, and he howled every time I tried to set him down. Holding him against one shoulder, I contemplated the steaming grilled steak in front of me and wondered how I was going to manage with only one hand.
“Let me,” Jack murmured, and came to my side of the table. He cut the steak into small, neat bites with such adroitness that I gave him a look of mock-alarm.
“You certainly know how to handle a knife.”
“I hunt whenever I get the chance.” Finishing the task, Jack set down the utensils and tucked a napkin into the neckline of my shirt. His knuckles brushed my skin, eliciting a shiver. “I can field-dress a deer in fifteen minutes,” he told me.
“That’s impressive. Disgusting, but impressive.”
He gave me an unrepentant grin as he returned to his side of the table. “If it makes you feel better, I eat anything I catch or kill.”
“Thanks, but that doesn’t make me feel better in the least. Oh, I’m aware that meat doesn’t magically appear all nicely packaged in foam and cellophane at the grocery store. But I have to stay several steps removed from the process. I don’t think I could eat meat if I had to hunt the animal and . . .”
“Skin and gut it?”
“Yes. Let’s not talk about that right now.” I took a bite of the steak. Either it was the long period of deprivation, or the quality of the beef, or the skill of the chef . . . but that succulent, lightly smoked, melting-hot steak was the best thing I had ever tasted. I closed my eyes for a moment, my tonsils quivering.
He laughed quietly at my expression. “Admit it, Ella. It’s not so bad being a carnivore.”
I reached for a chunk of bread and dabbed it in soft yellow butter. “I’m not a carnivore, I’m an opportunistic omnivore.” I bit into the dense bread and savored the sweet richness of fresh butter. I had forgotten how good food could taste. Sighing, I forced myself to go slowly and appreciate it.
His gaze didn’t stray from my face. “You’re a smart woman, Ella.”
“Are you intimidated by a woman with a big vocabulary? ”
“Hell, yes. Any woman with an IQ higher than room temperature, and I’m gone. Unless she’s paying for dinner.”
“I could play dumb
and you
could pay for dinner,” I offered.
“Too late. You already used a five-syllable word.”
Feeling how
Reading my expression, Jack flashed a grin and turned his attention back to the phone. “Baked potatoes,” he said. “The works. Sour cream, bacon . . .”
“And cheese,” I heard myself say dazedly. Real cheese that actually melted. I swallowed hard.
“And cheese,” Jack repeated. He glanced at me, an evil gleam in his eyes. “What about dessert?”
All thoughts of resistance fled. If I was going to break every vegan rule and dietary principle, betraying Dane in the process, I might as well do a thorough job of it.
“Something chocolate,” I heard myself say breathlessly.
Jack scanned the menu. “Two pieces of chocolate cake. Thanks.” Setting the phone down, he sent me a triumphant glance.
It still wasn’t too late. I could insist that he cancel my half of the order and replace it with a green salad, a plain potato, and steamed vegetables. But I had gone weak-kneed at the thought of a rib eye.
“How long until they bring my steak?” I asked.
“Thirty-five minutes.”
“I should have told you to go to hell,” I muttered.
He smiled smugly. “I knew you wouldn’t.”
“How?”
“Because women who are willing to cheat a little can always be talked into cheating a lot.” Jack laughed as I frowned at him. “Relax, Ella. Dane never has to know.”
FIVE
A pair of waiters brought a feast to the hotel room and arranged it in the sitting area. They unfolded the hot cart into a table, draped it in white linen, and brought out silver-domed plates. By the time the wine was poured and all the dishes were uncovered, I was trembling with hunger.
Luke, however, became fractious after I changed his diaper, and he howled every time I tried to set him down. Holding him against one shoulder, I contemplated the steaming grilled steak in front of me and wondered how I was going to manage with only one hand.
“Let me,” Jack murmured, and came to my side of the table. He cut the steak into small, neat bites with such adroitness that I gave him a look of mock-alarm.
“You certainly know how to handle a knife.”
“I hunt whenever I get the chance.” Finishing the task, Jack set down the utensils and tucked a napkin into the neckline of my shirt. His knuckles brushed my skin, eliciting a shiver. “I can field-dress a deer in fifteen minutes,” he told me.
“That’s impressive. Disgusting, but impressive.”
He gave me an unrepentant grin as he returned to his side of the table. “If it makes you feel better, I eat anything I catch or kill.”
“Thanks, but that doesn’t make me feel better in the least. Oh, I’m aware that meat doesn’t magically appear all nicely packaged in foam and cellophane at the grocery store. But I have to stay several steps removed from the process. I don’t think I could eat meat if I had to hunt the animal and . . .”
“Skin and gut it?”
“Yes. Let’s not talk about that right now.” I took a bite of the steak. Either it was the long period of deprivation, or the quality of the beef, or the skill of the chef . . . but that succulent, lightly smoked, melting-hot steak was the best thing I had ever tasted. I closed my eyes for a moment, my tonsils quivering.
He laughed quietly at my expression. “Admit it, Ella. It’s not so bad being a carnivore.”
I reached for a chunk of bread and dabbed it in soft yellow butter. “I’m not a carnivore, I’m an opportunistic omnivore.” I bit into the dense bread and savored the sweet richness of fresh butter. I had forgotten how good food could taste. Sighing, I forced myself to go slowly and appreciate it.
His gaze didn’t stray from my face. “You’re a smart woman, Ella.”
“Are you intimidated by a woman with a big vocabulary? ”
“Hell, yes. Any woman with an IQ higher than room temperature, and I’m gone. Unless she’s paying for dinner.”
“I could play dumb
and you
could pay for dinner,” I offered.
“Too late. You already used a five-syllable word.”
Feeling how
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