Page 73 of One Winter Knight
Me
I’ll apologize properly later, but I wanted to say that I’m really sorry for yelling at you. It was shitty of me, and you didn’tdeserve that. Good luck tonight.
He didn’t reply, but he was probably getting ready to meet his fans. I still felt a little edgy. While I didn’t want to date him, because he just wouldn’t fit into my life, I didn’t want to hurt him.
Dusty could make a good friend–and that was something I didn’t have enough of.
Chapter Seventeen
Carlos
Saoirse and Fiona went to get ready. Hale put clothes back on the naked dolls. I continued making the soup.
Yeah, I needed to get ready as well, but it wouldn’t take me long.
I peeled the garlic and then started carefully mincing it. Hopefully Saoirse and Fiona liked it.
“How did you chop it so finely?” Fiona came down wearing a hot pink sparkly outfit and big fluffy pink boots, with puff balls on them. Her hair was down and she wore no makeup.
Either she was really fast at getting ready or I’d spent way too long mincing garlic.
“It’s not that hard. Let me show you.” Putting her in front of me, I handed her the knife.
My hand over hers, I showed her the technique that my tia taught me to finely mince garlic quickly without chopping your fingers off.
“There you go. That’s it. I like chopping garlic pressed up against you,” I whispered in her ear as I continued to help her mince.
“What are you making? Some kind of soup?” She glanced overat the slow cooker, which had nearly everything in it now. “Is that corn?”
“Hominy. I’m making pozole. If you don’t like it, it’s fine. It’s part of the Christmas dinner Dusty and I are making for everyone. Though it’ll probably end up more like Christmas breakfast. If we don’t eat it when we come back in the morning we can have it after we sleep, but before we go back out to the slopes. Even though you’ve got that nice dinner planned for us at the lodge, we wanted to make a special meal for everyone,” I explained.
“I love it. What are we having?” she asked.
“We’re making beans, rice, and chicken pozole. There are also tamales and enchiladas in the freezer. We brought them from home. I don’t know what we’re having for dessert or if Dusty even planned for one.” It still would be delicious.
“Sounds good. I’ve never had a tamale, but I do like enchiladas,” she told me.
“One of Dusty’s moms made them.” My mom also made delicious enchiladas, but he couldn’t get tamales and I could, so we divided and conquered.
I put the minced garlic in the slow cooker and continued to hold her.
“You smell like garlic and spices. I like my partners in the kitchen,” she teased.
“Cooking is love in both my and Dusty’s families,” I explained.
“I’m all for that. I’m happy to take a turn cooking while we’re here.”
Letting go of her, I put on the top of the slow cooker, mentally checking to make sure I had everything in the soup. I’d chop up the radishes and the rest of the toppings tomorrow before we ate.
“I’m going to finish getting ready. I just wanted to make sure of my outfit.” Fiona spun around.
“You look perfect,” I replied.
“You should get ready,” she added.
“I will. Hey, is Saoirse okay? Dusty’s really sorry.” I wanted to check one more time. I felt a little bad, given I’d invited Saoirse not knowing she and Dusty had a history.
“She’s really sorry, too. She didn’t mean to yell at him. It’s just that she has a complicated past, especially dealing with alphas.”
