Page 74 of Finding Kenna
She laughed. “You planned to make me dinner and you don’t have the ingredients?” she asked.
Marshall shrugged. “I had planned on shopping this morning before picking you up, but those plans changed last night when I asked if I could barge in at dawn, wanting to make sure you were all right.”
She loved that. “Sure.”
“Great. Let’s go.”
Kenna chuckled. “You don’t just sit and enjoy the world going by very often, do you?”
“No. Now get up, lazy bones. I’m trying to prevent you from actually making a nest in the corner of my balcony and not ever leaving.”
Kenna laughed and let Marshall help her up.
“What are you making me?” she asked as they headed back inside and toward the front door.
“Well, I told you that I grill a mean steak, but I was thinking about going in a different direction, if it’s okay.”
“Depends on what you want to change it to,” Kenna told him honestly.
“You like seafood, right?” he asked.
“Of course. We had sushi, remember.”
“I remember, but sushi is different from seafood in general. Anyway, I thought maybe about doing sriracha-glazed seared scallops. With a side of roasted garlic broccoli, meatless taco cups, and a skillet brownie sundae for dessert.”
Kenna knew her mouth was hanging open, but she couldn’t help it. “Seriously?”
“Yup.”
“I was expecting hamburgers or spaghetti or something.”
“I wanted to spoil you for our first dinner date,” Marshall said simply.
“Well, consider me spoiled, even though we haven’t been shopping yet,” Kenna told him. “I do have one question.”
“Shoot.”
“What’s a taco cup?”
Marshall grinned. “You take those little nacho chips that are in the shape of a bowl, and fill it with pico, sour cream, cheese, black beans, and a jalapeno slice if you want. Then you shove the entire thing in your mouth and enjoy.”
Kenna could picture Marshall doing just that. “Sounds delicious.”
“It is. Come on, I’m getting hungry just thinking about it. The only problem is that the dinner I have planned takes some prep work.”
“I’d love to cook with you,” Kenna told him.
At the door, Marshall leaned down and kissed her. It was a swift kiss, a mere brushing of their lips together.
Kenna pouted. “That’s all I get?”
“For now, yes. If I take your mouth the way I want, we’ll end up in my bed, and I won’t let you up for hours. And if I do that, I can’t feed you. So shopping, then cooking, then eating. Then I’ll take you long and hard and every way you can imagine.”
Kenna grinned. “Can we leave the windows clear?” she asked.
Marshall shook his head and opened the door. “I think I’m insulted that the windows are what you’re thinking about.”
“Oh, I’m thinking about you, have no doubt. I can’t wait to see what you’ve been keeping to yourself in your pants,” she told him.
