Chapter Seventeen
Mack
“Mind passing me the rice?” I asked, catching Dawson’s eyes from across the table.
He lifted the large bowl and handed it over. “I bet you missed Dani’s cooking,” he offered with a grin.
“Course I did. It’s been too long since I had a chance to come home.”
I spooned the fragrant rice on my plate. After setting the bowl down in the center of the table, I took a bite. “Good lord,” I said, not even bothering to hide my moan. “What did you season this with?”
Dani cast me a quick smile as she hurried over from the wide stainless-steel table in the staff kitchen at Stolen Hearts Lodge. She set another bowl down as she replied, “Chipotle and a dash of garlic. It goes really well with the nachos.”
“Jesus. I should’ve moved home sooner,” I added after another bite.
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