THE RESCUED HEART
“No lunch today?” Rory’s gaze traveled the
length of Hack. She liked looking at his tall, muscular frame“I forgot. Don’t usually bring lunch to the clinic. I send out.” He took his seat by the computer.
“Guess you’ll have to suffer through some of my food today."
At noon, Rory stopped dictating and raised her arms high above her head. Her sharp eyes noticed Hack staring at her chest, like he did at every opportunity. She chuckled to herself. With that pancake he calls a woman, no wonder he loves my chest.
“Lunch break.”
Hack stood and stretched his arms and legs. “Someday I’m going to go into major cramping from that desk.”
“Then I’ll call 911. Come on. I’ve got something new I made.”
"Do you have the number for the poison control center handy?’
“Very funny.” She pulled out two small potpies.
“What’s in there, the body of your last boyfriend.” He chuckled at his own cleverness.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to give yours to Baxter!”
At the mention of his name, Baxter jumped down from the sofa and padded over to Rory, bumping his splint rhythmically against the wooden floor. She pulled a treat out of a bag on the counter and fed it to him.
“He’s going to get fat if you give him a treat every time he begs. Not good training either.”
“God! Don’t you ever let go? Ever just do something because you want to or it feels good?”
“I can be spontaneous,” he sniffed.
She cracked up, doubling over. “Really? And hippos can fly.” She chucked the pot pies into the oven. "Does Miss Beanpole cook? No, probably not. After all she doesn’t eat, so why cook?”
“We order in.”
“Not everyone can afford to order in.”
Within five minutes the tempting aroma of beef and flaky crust filled the tiny apartment. Rory noticed Hack staring at the oven. Poor guy needs a home-cooked meal.
“Could
use some help here. Don’t need to add a third degree burn to my broken arm.”
Hack took the not-so-subtle hint, donned
oven mitts and removed the pies. He placed them on a rack to cool. Rory poked a hole in her creation to let out the steam. She lifted a small
portion on a fork and blew on it.
“Here, take a bite and tell me what you think.” She fed him the morsel then chewed her lip. Hack closed his eyes.
“So?
What do you think?”“Here, take a bite and tell me what you think.” She fed him the morsel then chewed her lip. Hack closed his eyes.
“I think you’re wasting your time writing when you could be a successful chef.”
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11 comments:
So he CAN be nice :-)
Nice excerpt, love the bickering at each other and the subtle caring.
Ahhh...she's got him on the hook! Love this!
Oh, the back and forth is getting a little more playful-banter...the attraction is growing. I really want to see these two together...you're killing me, woman ;)
Best way to a man's heart is through his stomach and I'd guess Hack is hooked.
I adore these two! The banter is top notch!
They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach! Way to go :-)
Great scene, the food and the dialogue!
She definitely knows how to work it. The food sounds delicious. I love the flow of your dialogue.
love it. They are a great couple. AND I love pot pie, too!
Oh I want that pie... These two have incredible chemistry, know it or not.
I am enjoying this story loads.. Keep it coming..x
These two characters are a riot.
stef
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