Ethan tilted his head. "Never thought of it that way."
She smirked. "Yeah, well, I actually pay attention when I cook."
He chuckled. "Guess I'll have to take lessons from you, then."
Riley snorted. "Please, you'd probably burn water."
Ethan held a hand to his chest in mock offense. "I'm offended by how little faith you have in me."
She laughed, shaking her head. "You? Cook? I'd pay to see that."
As a matter of fact, she would. She would give a whole lot to see him sweaty and in an apron cooking for her.
He smirked. "Careful what you wish for."
As the dish started coming together, the smell of spices filled the air.
Riley moved effortlessly between the stove and the counter, stirring, tasting, adjusting.
Ethan just stood back and watched, more intrigued by her than the food itself.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she plated the meal and slid a plate in front of him.
"Moment of truth," she said, resting her hands on her hips.
