‘What’s cookin’, good lookin'?’, winked Jose, plopping down the bag of groceries on the counter. ‘Since
the fragrance of oranges and cinnamon is trailing right down the street…’, she
felt his grin as he kissed her neck. ‘…let me guess, your famous Spiced Orange
compote?’ his hands circled her waist. She nudged him away, smiling, as she
checked on her compote before she turned towards him.
‘I love the way the
steam from your pots and pans curls your hair’, Jose held her face between his
‘Ah! Go on, then! Don’t
you have loads to do?’ she countered, the grin never leaving her face.
‘Yes, Mrs James, I surely
do’ Jose gave a theatrical bow ‘and I shall’ he straightened up, grabbed her
for a quick kiss and let himself out of the back door.
She stirred the compote
with a dreamy look on her face
‘What’s cooking?’ she
heard his voice behind her ‘is that your Spiced Orange Compote, again?’
to look at her grimacing husband, whose eyes travelled all over the kitchen,
making a visual inventory of the shelves
‘Oh well, that, with
your cake, is one of the most asked for desserts in the restaurant, so should
He scribbled something
in his book.
‘What else is cooking?’
he asked, looking at his watch, and walked away as she opened her mouth to
‘Betrayal, hatred and
resentment’ the words danced in her thoughts.
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