Chapter 16
Breakfast
“Okay. Tell me what you need me to do,” Celeste called out as she entered the kitchen.
Brew noticed the first thing she did was to tie one of the large dishtowels around her waist like an apron, then used a smaller one to cover her hair, before washing her hands at the sink. The idea of having her around and under foot while he cooked didn’t quite sit well with him, considering all the trouble he’d had when Thierry had lent a hand after his wing had been shot and placed in a sling for a few weeks. Yet, Thierry wasn’t at home in a kitchen the way Celeste swore she was, and he was curious to see if she “had the chops,” as she’d put it.
“I need a small whole onion and about half a cup of cilantro chopped. I need a dozen eggs, separated. And a bundle of turnip greens w
