Tradition: Diversion 7.2 by Winters Eden

Author:Winters, Eden [Winters, Eden]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Action adventure, romance
Publisher: Rocky Ridge Books
Published: 2019-12-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Lucky smacked the clock to silence the alarm.

Beside him, a sleepy Bo yawned. “Why did you set the clock? We’re off today.”

“Accident. I forgot to unset it. Go back to sleep.” Lucky held still until the snoring started, then carefully lifted Bo’s arm from around his waist without a moment to spare.

He fed the dog and cat, let them into the back yard, and headed out to the garage where they’d stored Charlotte’s belongings, in particular, the refrigerator toward the back that he’d plugged in and filled up.

The Tofurky needed to be first. He took the imitation turkey into the kitchen and turned the double oven on to preheat. In his bachelor days he would’ve looked inside first to make sure he hadn’t left a takeout container in there.

Moose and Cat Lucky waited at the back door. He let them in and secured them in Ty’s room with a water bowl and their favorite toys.. He’d have nothing left for dinner with those two moochers around.

With notes from his computer bag propped on the counter, he went to work, melting butter and adding herbs.

Three more trips to the garage and he had the cornbread dressing ready to pop into the oven—mostly made earlier under the watchful eye of his boss’s wife. While his boss sat nearby failing to hide a laugh.

Boiling water for macaroni pie was pretty easy, but he nearly wore his arm out grating two cups of cheese.

The recipe came from his mother. He retrieved the pecan pies he’d made at Rett’s. They didn’t turn out as pretty as hers and the crust was a little brown, but what could he expect from his first real attempt to cook?

Would Bo be impressed or horrified? What if he burned everything, or added too much salt?

What if, what if, what if.

He was mixing up the sweet potato casserole when Bo staggered into the room, knuckling one eye.

“What is this?” Bo perused the kitchen, taking in the mess.

Oh, crap. Why couldn’t Bo sleep a little longer and give Lucky more time to prepare his surprise? Pretty much every dish they owned lay on the counter, in various states of use. “I’m making Christmas dinner.”

“You what? I could’ve help you, I…” Bo’s brain caught up to the subject at hand. “You… cooked? Since when do you cook more than grilled burgers?”

Ouch. “Since I wanted to make everything perfect.” Over the years Lucky had changed his name a few times. His new name must be “Sap.”

Bo’s face stayed blank. Too long. Way too long. Did he love it? Hate it? A grin and The Dimple had Lucky whooshing out a pent-up breath. “You cooked? For me? Awww… But how?”

Heat crept up Lucky’s cheeks. “You know all the times lately I’ve had to go to Rett’s, Mrs. Griggs’, or the Smith’s?

“Yeah.”

Confession time. Which might earn a laugh. “Mrs. Griggs taught me how to do the sweet potatoes. Rett showed me how to make pecan pies. Mrs. Smith helped with the dressing. The macaroni pie is Mom’s recipe.

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