Getting Hot in the Kitchen

“March, you know you’d make someone a good wife,” Jean teased leaning on the counter while March chopped some vegetable.

“Wife…I don’t think so,” he looked sideways at her with a little grin. “wrong gender.”

“Definitely…you are a man.” She moved over to the sliding doors to the kitchen and opened them. They’d been dating for quite some time but it didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Jean had never been married and wasn’t in a hurry to be married but March was just the perfect man…he could easily get away and she’d never find another like him.

“Do you think you’ll ever open your own restaurant?”

“Maybe someday, I am in no hurry…for now it is enough to be able to practice my craft. To cook. Andy’s is a good place to do this he allows me to be original.” He tossed in his veggies and added stock to simmer. Walking over to the doors he slipped his arms around her waist.

“Would you open it here in Coffs or in The Glen?”

“Why this sudden interest in my future business?”

“Well…I wouldn’t want to wake up one day and find you’d…gone.”

“I’m not going anywhere for the foreseeable future, would you miss me?” He turned her in his arms.

“Yes I don’t want you to go away.”

He laughed a little, “But I’m not I am here right now…what is it cara?”

“I’m becoming um quite attached to you I’m at the point where I can’t imagine there ever being anyone but you.” She kissed him.

Alarms began going off in March’s head but the kiss was so sweet he wanted another and took it.

She ran her hands up his back, “Do you love me a little?”

“Yes.”

“I think I love you too maybe more than a little.”

He smiled, “I like that, I like being loved.” He kissed her deeply pulling her tight against him.

His pelvis was against hers, she could feel him, “Your dinner will burn.”

“It’s on simmer…however I think the chef is about to boil.”

The next day Jean entered Barrett’s on her way to the office to work and stopped moving down an aisle to the bridal department, just to look.