Chapter 29

By the time he dressed and emerged from the bedroom, the most subtle, delicious aroma filled the house. Edwin couldn’t pinpoint everything, but he definitely smelled caramelized onions, baking bread, and the tender steaks. He followed his nose to the kitchen, smiling when he found Carson bent over the oven, wearing oversize mitts and an apron that didn’t belong to Edwin.

“Perfect timing,” Carson announced. “I’m almost ready to serve all this.”

“I’ll set the table.”

He pulled plates and silverware from the dishwasher, then got two wineglasses down from the cupboard. It was easy to move around the kitchen with Carson there. Natural. Like the two of them had been cooking around each other for years. Carson certainly seemed comfortable in the room. But then, maybe he was the type of guy who could easily make any space his own.

“Do you feel better?” Carson asked.

“I already felt pretty good.”

“Do you feel better than pretty good?”