his movements.
She watched as he put long strands of something into a steaming pot while the smell coming from the pan of red sauce he had been working on was appetizing. Her stomach growled. Cara put a hand to her rumbling stomach and laughed.
“You should have told me you were so hungry.” He reached toward the counter and pulled a large piece of bread off the loaf sitting there.
“I did not realize that I was. Everything smells so good.” Cara watched as Jericho moved the sauce to the counter. Thinking to help him, she reached and touched the steaming pot, wanting to move it to the counter. Searing pain in her hands was instantaneous.
“What the hell have you done?” Deftly, he moved the pot away from the stove to the counter and quickly grabbed her hands pulling her towards the sink before turning on the water to run it over her red palms. The cold water soothed the pain, but not for long.
“Dammit, why did you touch it without a towel?”
“I didn’t know,” Cara’s voice trembled. It was everything she could do not to howl in pain. Tears filled her eyes. When she was immortal, she would have been unable to hurt herself. She had to learn caution now that her body had become mortal.
“Haven’t you cooked food before?”
“No, my mother’s servants prepare our meals.”
“Must be nice.” Cara could tell by his look of disgust that he was being sarcastic. Her shoulders drooped. Now he thought that not only was she crazy, but helpless as well.
“Stay still, I’ll be right back.”
Within minutes, he was back. Turning off the water, he dried her hands with a clean towel. Afterwards, he rubbed a soothing lotion on her burning hands. He was gentle and careful not to hurt her stinging hands. When he was done, he wrapped them in gauze.
“Take these,” he instructed, holding two tablets in his hands. Cara looked at them quizzically. “Just aspirin for the pain. I’m sorry, I don’t have anything stronger.” Cara took them with the glass of water he handed her.
“Now sit down while I see if I can save our dinner.” Cara sat at the table, feeling useless as she watched him fix their plates.
It took only a few minutes before he slid the plate of pasta in front of her. Cara could only think of one thing as she dug into her plate of food. Heaven, pure Heaven. It was the most delicious dish she had ever tasted. At first, she had trouble eating the stringy mess, but after watching Jericho twirl it onto his fork, she followed suit. The taste was exquisite. She cleaned her plate using a chunk of bread to sop up the remains of the tangy sauce, imitating Jericho.
“Would you like some more?” For the first time, Cara actually saw a small smile on his face. Cara was struck dumb. She took it back; if Venus or Aphrodite saw him, they would never let him leave their bed. For the first time, Cara wished she had watched their maneuvering with the opposite sex. Maybe then she wouldn’t be feeling so inept at how to act.
At his questioning look, Cara realized he was still waiting for her answer. “Yes, please.”
While he was fixing her another plate, Cara reached out and carefully refilled her wine glass.
“I’d be careful if I were you. You had a shock to your system with the burns then the aspirin. It might not be wise to drink too much wine.”
Cara waved his concern away with a bandaged hand. “I’ll be fine. We have wine with our meals at home, and ours is much stronger than yours.”
“If you say so.” They both dug into their food and it wasn’t long before they sat back stuffed.
“I may never move again. That was the best meal I’ve ever had. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It was just spaghetti, though.”
“It was ambrosia.” Jericho looked at the beautiful woman, who was barely able to remain sitting upright. She was on her third glass of wine.
Jericho frowned. The last thing he wanted to deal with was an intoxicated woman who had mental challenges while he had been
She watched as he put long strands of something into a steaming pot while the smell coming from the pan of red sauce he had been working on was appetizing. Her stomach growled. Cara put a hand to her rumbling stomach and laughed.
“You should have told me you were so hungry.” He reached toward the counter and pulled a large piece of bread off the loaf sitting there.
“I did not realize that I was. Everything smells so good.” Cara watched as Jericho moved the sauce to the counter. Thinking to help him, she reached and touched the steaming pot, wanting to move it to the counter. Searing pain in her hands was instantaneous.
“What the hell have you done?” Deftly, he moved the pot away from the stove to the counter and quickly grabbed her hands pulling her towards the sink before turning on the water to run it over her red palms. The cold water soothed the pain, but not for long.
“Dammit, why did you touch it without a towel?”
“I didn’t know,” Cara’s voice trembled. It was everything she could do not to howl in pain. Tears filled her eyes. When she was immortal, she would have been unable to hurt herself. She had to learn caution now that her body had become mortal.
“Haven’t you cooked food before?”
“No, my mother’s servants prepare our meals.”
“Must be nice.” Cara could tell by his look of disgust that he was being sarcastic. Her shoulders drooped. Now he thought that not only was she crazy, but helpless as well.
“Stay still, I’ll be right back.”
Within minutes, he was back. Turning off the water, he dried her hands with a clean towel. Afterwards, he rubbed a soothing lotion on her burning hands. He was gentle and careful not to hurt her stinging hands. When he was done, he wrapped them in gauze.
“Take these,” he instructed, holding two tablets in his hands. Cara looked at them quizzically. “Just aspirin for the pain. I’m sorry, I don’t have anything stronger.” Cara took them with the glass of water he handed her.
“Now sit down while I see if I can save our dinner.” Cara sat at the table, feeling useless as she watched him fix their plates.
It took only a few minutes before he slid the plate of pasta in front of her. Cara could only think of one thing as she dug into her plate of food. Heaven, pure Heaven. It was the most delicious dish she had ever tasted. At first, she had trouble eating the stringy mess, but after watching Jericho twirl it onto his fork, she followed suit. The taste was exquisite. She cleaned her plate using a chunk of bread to sop up the remains of the tangy sauce, imitating Jericho.
“Would you like some more?” For the first time, Cara actually saw a small smile on his face. Cara was struck dumb. She took it back; if Venus or Aphrodite saw him, they would never let him leave their bed. For the first time, Cara wished she had watched their maneuvering with the opposite sex. Maybe then she wouldn’t be feeling so inept at how to act.
At his questioning look, Cara realized he was still waiting for her answer. “Yes, please.”
While he was fixing her another plate, Cara reached out and carefully refilled her wine glass.
“I’d be careful if I were you. You had a shock to your system with the burns then the aspirin. It might not be wise to drink too much wine.”
Cara waved his concern away with a bandaged hand. “I’ll be fine. We have wine with our meals at home, and ours is much stronger than yours.”
“If you say so.” They both dug into their food and it wasn’t long before they sat back stuffed.
“I may never move again. That was the best meal I’ve ever had. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It was just spaghetti, though.”
“It was ambrosia.” Jericho looked at the beautiful woman, who was barely able to remain sitting upright. She was on her third glass of wine.
Jericho frowned. The last thing he wanted to deal with was an intoxicated woman who had mental challenges while he had been
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