Adam pulled open the silverware drawer and withdrew a fistful of forks. “Time to eat,” he said as he tossed them on the counter next to the salmon he’d just extracted from the oven.
It wasn’t fish and chips, but Drew didn’t care. It was food he hadn’t had to make, and his brother had always been exceptionally skilled at making the seafood easily obtained from the docks into something delicious.
Drew could cook too, but he mostly focused his skills on creating things with lavender. Tony could cook too, as he’d spent years in a fire house and it was practically required to have a culinary degree to be a fireman. But out of all of them, Adam was the best.
Russ took the biggest piece of salmon and spooned the butter lemon sauce over the top. “I can’t believe you can cook like this and you a
