“Not to worry, I will be your bull cook and help you with dishes.”
“How do you know what a bull cook is?”
“Remember my grandpa was a fireman, he always used that term when he messed up the kitchen. Claiming he needed a bull cook to pick up after him.” She smiles at the memory.
Matt smiles too. He opens a bottle of wine, pours two glasses, and takes a little break from his kitchen duties. They sit on the bar stools in the kitchen sipping the wine and making small talk.
“So what’s on the dinner menu?” Amber asks
“Well Amber, I am treating you to basic firehouse food. We start with a healthy salad and sourdough bread. Then tonight’s main entrée, roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, and a veggie. Then a dessert to be divulged later.”
She is hoping the dessert, he is planning, is him. “S
