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“This is like crack for beef.”He carefully dolloped out a little bit more.

Den fidgeted.“May I try it?”

Sern paused and then held out a hand.“Fork.”

Den handed his fork over, and Sern dabbed a small piece of steak into the sauce before handing it over.

Den took the fork, chewed, and then his eyes closed, and he had a blissful expression on his face.“That is...perfect.”He sighed happily.“More?”

Sern growled.“No.”

Sern slowly and carefully ate the remainder of the steak with the sauce.He sighed happily.“Can you make that sauce again?”

Eudora chuckled.“I can.So, you aren’t horrified anymore?”

Delia sighed.“I am wishing I ate slower.”

Eudora shrugged.“I still have one full bottle and a partial bottle.Yes, I can make more.”

Sern smiled.“And your beauty continues to increase.”

Eudora laughed.










Chapter Eight

When Delia and Denleft, Sern looked down at Eudora.“So, you know what I am going to ask you?”

“The ingredient list for the steak sauce?”

He smiled.“Maybe.That seems like something to ask after a honeymoon.”

Eudora blinked slowly.“Uh, that is an interesting social acceleration.”

He was finishing the cleanup and smiled.“Is it?What do you see when you look at me?”

Mine.The thought burned in her.She crossed her arms over her chest.“I reserve the right not to incriminate myself.”