"You smell that?" I asked and turned my nose upward. I hadn't smelled anything so delicious since the time I made dinner for Braeden and me a few years ago. In fact, that had been my last home-cooked meal. "I think Kyler learned how to cook."
Dash moved closer to the door. "That little s**t never said anything about knowing how to cook." He placed his hand on the doorknob, and I stopped him. "I'm hungry, and you're between me a meal." He winked, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
"We don't rush in there and start asking a bunch of questions. Let him tell us what he wants, how he wants, and when he wants." I waited for each of them to nod, knowing guys would be guys and have no filter. "And show your table manners."
Dash put his hand back on the doorknob. "I'm sure he ordered out
