When Kiko said he’d cook Dom didn’t argue, even though it looked like a salad was on the menu. Kiko generally made good salads, and Dom watched him pull out a little leftover grilled chicken from the weekend that Dom hadn’t realized he’d saved.
“How do you think ahead like that?” he asked. Kiko shrugged and shot him a teasing grin.
“I thought there was laundry?”
“Right,” said Dom, and disappeared into the basement. He switched the laundry to the dryer and debated whether to try the red ale or the blueberry beer first. By the time he was back in the kitchen, he’d decided on blueberry. As he pulled a couple bottles of Berries are Blue Beer out of the fridge he peered at what Kiko had set out: spinach and romaine, the chicken, feta, strawberries, pecans…
“Stop drooling over my shoulder,”
