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Chapter Five Hundred and sixty-two : Six types of love (part four)


(part four)

“Come in,” Samantha said. “We were just having our tea. Would you like something?”

Nash looked through the door. He’d never been in Samantha’s part of the house. The door went to a small kitchen. The back wall was mostly double paned glass windows. Samantha waved him into the house, and Nash looked at her.

“I’m supposed to be at class,” Nash said.

“You can’t go when your head isn’t there,” Samantha said mildly.

Nash grinned at Samantha.

“How …?” Nash asked.

“The twins’ martial arts teacher said it about a million times,” Samantha said. “They were so wild. I think it was a way of getting them to pay attention. But …”

Samantha looked at him, and gave him a slight smile.

“I’ve found it to be a really helpful life lesson,” Samantha said.

“Did you take classes from Sensei Steve?” Nash asked.

“Mmm,” Samantha said. She nodded and looked at him. “It’s cold. Come in. Have some tea.”

Nash nodded. Still holding Sasha, he passed her and went into the kitchen. The room was a sea of white marble with grey and gold shooting through it. There were marble countertops and even marble on the floor. Everything matched in expensive precision. He sucked in a breath.

“Very nice,” Nash said.

Samantha looked at him for a moment. The electric kettle clicked off. She took two mugs from the cabinet. They made a “tink” sound when she set them on the hard marble. She set the cinnamon spice teabags he liked into them. She poured water over the teabags and turned around with the mugs.

“I don’t think I had cooked even one full meal before I had this kitchen made,” Samantha said. “Jacob warned me that it wouldn’t be very comfortable or functional. ‘The floor is too hard to stand on.’ ‘The counters are hard to clean.’ ‘You’ll need a lot of cutting boards.’ I didn’t care, so I didn’t listen.”

Samantha gave Nash a lovely smile.

“I just wanted the very best,” Samantha said.

She looked at the countertops and sighed.

“It’s a cold room,” Samantha said. “And not very functional. I mean, when someone gets a wild hair and wants to make croissant or other pastries, they come here. It’s great for that.”

Nash grinned.

“Do you cook much?” Nash asked.

“Not much,” Samantha said.

Nash nodded to the drawers.

“Crockpot?” Nash asked.

“Yes, like all Jacob created kitchens, there’s a bread maker on the bottom and a crockpot here,” Samantha said. “I use those a lot. Instant Pot.”

She shrugged.

“I mostly eat next door,” Samantha said.

“I would,” Nash nodded.

Samantha grinned at him.

“Come on,” Samantha said.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

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