r /> And he would do the same.
* * *
Sasha found Sawyer sniffing at her marinating chops when she came back in. He glanced up at her.
“Got plans for them?”
“Oh, did you?”
He shrugged. “I was just going to toss them on the grill. This looks fancier.”
“It’s really not. I thought Greece, lamb, and looked up some recipes last night. It’s pretty basic and quick. Some browning in olive oil and garlic. A little seasoning, some lemon juice.”
“Have at it.”
“I haven’t thought about sides, and it’s later than I meant it to be.”
“I’ll handle that part.” He got out a beer. “Teamwork.” He popped the beer, took a hit. “You look . . . healthy.”
“Healthy?”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “Healthy. I’m going to go grab some herbs.”
“I could use some thyme for the lamb.”
“You got it.” He tapped her cheek as he walked by. “Healthy.”
Great, she thought, and moved to the sink to wash up. There was nothing wrong with a grown woman looking healthy. She just wasn’t sure how she felt about advertising it, as she apparently was.
She got out an enormous skillet, the oil, picked up a bulb of garlic. Annika breezed in to get dishes. She heard Riley’s voice from outside, and Doyle’s as she bundled her hair up and out of the way to cook.
As she prepped the garlic, Sawyer came back with the herbs. He put a pot of water on the stove before dumping some new red potatoes in the sink.
“Boil ’em till they’re tender,” he said, scrubbing, “then sort of sauté them or whatever in butter and herbs, heavy on the rosemary. Looks fancy, like your chops, but isn’t.”
“Teamwork.”
“Completely.”
She grinned at him, then saw Bran come in. And felt very, very healthy.
“This looks domestic and under control. Need a hand with anything?”
“Know how to prep asparagus?” Sawyer asked him.
“Haven’t a clue,” Bran said as he helped himself to Sasha’s wine.
“You’re about to get one.”
She heated her oil as the potatoes boiled. Got Bran his own glass of wine as Sawyer instructed him how to prep the asparagus. Riley came in to feed the dog; Doyle got a beer and asked when the hell they were going to eat. Annika came in for more candles.
Like family, Sasha thought. It felt like family.
Whatever happened tomorrow, tonight she had family.
* * *
She found out what it was like to share a bed with a man. They took up considerable room, but it made waking up an entirely new experience.