Malachi leaned back in his chair and groaned, “oh my god that was amazing.”
“Something about fresh air,” she echoed his comment from breakfast.
“Nope, it had everything to do with a gorgeous redhead using my outside oven in a way I had never considered. I always pan fry the fish or cook it on open flame. I never considered to do it in the pizza oven. Genius.”
“Thank you but now I need to know what you’ve been cooking in it?”
“Pizza,” he admitted with a shrug. “It’s the one thing I don’t think I could ever live without,” he paused and winked, “except you.”
She pulled a face at him, ignoring the tease. “You put a pizza oven in the middle of the wilderness for the sole purpose of making pizza.”
“Yes,” he shrugged, “did you not notice the copious amounts of mozzarella Ryder brought?” He
