Dressed again, they sat on bar stools around the kitchen counter after River had dished up fragrant bowls of the stew and taken thick dark brown bread slices from the warming oven and set out a bowl of whipped butter. He also put a round of manchego—a popular Spanish sheep cheese—on a cutting board with a knife. As he set Greg’s bowl in front of him, he pressed his lips to the top of Greg’s head and ran a hand over his shoulder as if he couldn’t get enough of touching him. A tremor rolled through Greg. He soaked it up.
“Mind telling me what’s in the stew? Nothing exotic, I hope. I think I recognize green beans and chick peas.”
Pleased, River laughed. “Yes, those. Plus pork, a Spanish ham called jamon Serrano, chorizo, white beans, potatoes, red pepper, garlic, cloves and sweet smoked pap
