Ragnarr- Heat in the Snow by Ruby Sirois

Author:Ruby Sirois [Sirois, Ruby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: RubyNesque Publishing™
Published: 2020-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

“Fan!”

“What is it?”

Ragnarr gives me a sharp look of concern as he slides in next to me.

I’ve only just remembered the gift in my purse, but the waitress approaches the booth before I can answer.

“Good evening,” she says. “I see you’ve ordered the three-course Fire and Ice Menu. It does change daily according to what ingredients the chef has sourced fresh from our local suppliers. But before I go over the specifics of today’s menu, would you like to order drinks?”

“Just two rocks glasses, please, with ice on the side,” I say before Ragnarr can give an order. He gives me a quizzical look.

“Oh, and a corkscrew, and a carafe of water. But maybe we’ll get a bottle of wine, depending on what you’d suggest to pair with dinner.”

“Very well. And I have been told that there is to be no seafood at this table, is that correct?”

“Yes, definitely not, thanks.”

“Right. So, for your starter, we have smoked reindeer bone marrow served with freshly baked sourdough toast points and a salad of microgreens grown in our greenhouse, served on a hot stone—I had some earlier, and it’s excellent, one of my favorite dishes we serve. Your main is grilled loin of wild elk, served with creamed sautéed wild mushrooms and a puree of roasted seasonal root vegetables, also served on stone. Is medium rare all right?” We nod, and she continues. “And for dessert, we have a hjortron sorbet with crispy oat biscuits and softly hand-whipped cream, served on ice.”

“Sounds amazing, thank you.”

As the waitress goes to fetch the glasses, I reach into my purse and pull out Ragnarr’s gift.

“Maybe it’s a little predictable,” I say, “but, again, this is for the dragon who has everything. I hope you don’t mind.”

He quirks a smile at me.

“Don’t be silly, häxan. I’d cherish anything you gave me.”

The package is very mysteriously bottle-shaped, wrapped in silver paper and tied at the top with blue curling ribbon.

I return the smile.

“I know it’s hard to guess, but still, try not to be disappointed by the contents.”

Ragnarr gives me an amused shake of his head and opens it up. A bright smile lights up his face. And again, I am struck by his beauty—it never fails to take my breath away. My heart melts with love for him.

“Not Your Daddy’s Scotch,” he reads. “Single-malt braggot made with local late-summer honey and lapsang souchong tea, aged on heavy toast French oak for six months.”

Ragnarr raises an eyebrow at me.

“Am I sensing a theme?”

“Smoke?”

He nods.

“Well, I like the idea of themed presents, actually.”

“Good to know.”

He gives me a saucy wink. I squirm in my seat.

“And I know you like braggots and peaty Scotch. I made this batch early on, years ago, before So Mote It Bee was even a thought in my head. It was my take on a Scotch-inspired mead. The last bottle I tried was two years ago and hadn’t reached its peak yet. I only have two bottles left—one actually, after we drink this one.”

The waitress arrives with my order on a tray and sets them down.

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