Chapter 43

“No, I’m not allergic to chicken and rice.” He sat down at the table, watching as she poured the soup into a pan. “Do you need anything? Blood or anything? I can run out and pick up a few things.”

Mary shook her head. “Hal’s bringing over supplies.” She cast him another sweeping glance. “Let me get this going and I’ll call him and ask to bring some clothes for you. You look like a little kid playing dress-up in Gideon’s stuff.”

“Yeah.” Jesse smoothed his hand over his chest. “Thank you. I appreciate that. We couldn’t carry much for this trip. I suppose if I told you that his clothes used to fit better, you’d insist on feeding me more soup.”

Her smile was warm, as comforting as the familiar smell already wafting from the stove. “I’m a little surprised he let you out, looking like that. I’ve never known a guy who took clothes as seriously as some women do.”