“I’ll set the table.”
He did, while Derek let Sherwat back inside, dried him off, and filled his food dishes. Then he put torn spinach and sliced tomatoes in a bowl, dousing them in Italian dressing. He checked the chicken, decided it was ready, and put the breasts on a serving plate which Joe took into the dining room.
“This is pretty good,” Joe said several minutes later after devouring one piece of chicken and taking a second one. “I’ll have to remember it, if I ever get a job that lasts long enough that I can rent a place to live.” He looked at Derek under lowered lashes as he said that.
Hinting, again? If I could afford it, I might take him up on it. He is right. It would free me up to take on a few more clients. It occurred to him that if he did, the new clients would help cover the cost of paying Joe.
They finished supper, then without being asked Joe cleared the table and did the dishes.