Page 60 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)
“Overwhelming?” She pats my shoulder and shakes out my apron, putting it over my head.
I take the ties and secure it around my waist.
“We take this one veggie at a time. I’ll show you how to chop an onion without crying and then we’ll move on to easier stuff.”
She shows me, and I’ll admit that she’s as good of a teacher as Robert. Maybe that’s why they’re happy together. She gets to work seasoning chicken and preparing the oven. We work in silence for a few minutes.
“What are we making?”
“I figured we would start with chicken parm,” she says. “But we need to make the sauce, so once you’re done with the onions, we’ll put them in oil with some garlic, then add our fire-roasted tomatoes and the can of sauce.” She lifts one shoulder. “I like to cheat a little.”
“Sounds good to me.”
The meal comes together quickly, and the afternoon flies into evening. An hour later, she hands me oven mitts and lets me retrieve the dish from the oven. Cheesy, saucy chicken greets us. The top of the cheese is a perfectly crisp and smells amazing.
“I didn’t think I’d be able to do something like this,” I admit. I carry it to the table and set it on a rack.
Lenora brings the salad we made over, along with a bowl of pasta and garlic bread. A full feast.
“I wouldn’t have been able to do it without your help,” she says. “My mother once told me to have at least one meal you’re good at. That you can make for potluck parties or holidays. If you have more than one, that’s fine. I always loved a good chicken parmesan. Something about it just tastes like home.”
I smile. “It’s a good one.”
“If you want to choose a meal to perfect in your own way, we can pick up the ingredients and make it next week,” she offers.
“That would be fun.”
Robert comes in, eyeing the table. “My mouth has been watering for the last half hour,” he admonishes. “And now that it’s ready, you don’t even call me?”
Lenora chuckles, kissing his cheek. “We were just about to, dear. Wash your hands.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
We all sit, hesitating for a split second before diving into the food. I put a bite in my mouth and groan. It tastes about ten times better because I made it.
“Food made with love.” Lenora sighs. “Always tastes good to the stomach and the soul.”
Robert tells her that I’m contemplating a sport, and I blurt out rowing. To my surprise, her smile widens.
“That was my sport in college,” she says. “It’s a lot of hard work, but so fun. I know the coach at Emery-Rose. In fact, we were on the same team in college. I’ll chat with her tomorrow and find out when tryouts are.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Maybe you’ll want to rent a boat with me. I’d be happy to offer some pointers and see if it’s something you’d enjoy.”
“I’d like that,” I mutter.
This is a lot of family bonding. A lot of…
It’s hard to know love when you didn’t get it from your parents.
After we’ve eaten, I slip away to my room. There’s homework to finish and Caleb’s social media to stalk. I mentally add Amelie’s to my list as well.
It’s late by the time I pick up my phone and glance at the screen.
Unknown: Don’t get too comfortable, drug princess. Once a stray, always a stray.
I cringe, dropping my phone on the floor. There’s a drop of truth in the mystery person’s words. But… this came from ten minutes ago.
Did someone see me cooking with Lenora? Or maybe walk out with Robert?
I resolve to not look at the texts. I close my books and tuck them back into my bag, brush my teeth and change, then slip under the covers. Maybe some peace will come to me when I sleep.