But the restaurants in Winston were both barbeque places, and while they were good, sometimes variety was nice, so one of us had to learn to cook, and of the two of us, I had more time. Before I began my life with Rand, my culinary skills were basic at best. It was actually really nice that the man had favorites. He grunted before he got in the mammoth car. “You ain’t makin’ any of those tonight, are ya?”
“Damn right,” he told me before he suddenly froze. “Call me if you’re makin’ the pot roast too.”
I looked back at him over my shoulder, opening the door. He gave me a smile before I turned to get in my car. “Yessir, Sheriff, I sure will,” I promised, taking the offered hand in mine.
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