Chapter 9 Nakia
“If you mean thanks for picking up your dirty underwear, you’re welcome,” Nakia said. Something smelled good, besides her cookies. She sniffed the air and spotted the two containers on the counters, along with a fern. “Is that dinner?”
“You wished to converse. We can do so over a meal,” he said. The containers revealed two veggie omelets over field greens, served with crusty bread and butter.
Rohn plated her portion and pushed it across the counter to her. It tasted as good as it looked, savory and buttery.
“You met with the warlord’s mate today?” he asked, as if they had dinner chit-chat every night.
“Yes. What’d you get up to today?”
“Fires to put out. The usual. Is the meal satisfactory?”
She set down her fork, not willing to play this game. They needed to have a
