Chapter 8“I take it…” Layne started to say, stopping when Kieran put a finger to his lips, touched his ear, and pointed up. “I was only going to say I take it you haven’t decided on supper, yet.” Which wasn’t the truth, but he realized mentioning they’d kissed when she could still be listening without being visible might not be his wisest course of action.
“I might have, if Mrs. Busybody hadn’t waylaid me.” Kieran opened the refrigerator, took out a package of stew meat which he set on the counter, and some vegetables. “If you’ll slice and dice, I’ll deal with the meat.” He took a cast iron Dutch oven from a cupboard, set it on a burner, turned it on, and added grease. When it was hot enough, he tossed in the meat to brown, then added water and spices. By then Layne had finished with the
