Chapter 13
Gideon wasn’t actually humming in the kitchen, which was good, because if he had been, Jesse would have been seriously freaked out. But he was almost smiling, and he had every burner going, plus the oven as he expertly chopped, minced, sliced, and tenderized meat.
“What is he cooking in there?” Emma asked softly.
“I don’t know. He just shooed me out of the kitchen with this.” Jesse held up the bottle of wine.
But Jesse didn’t mind being sent out of the kitchen. He wanted to talk to Gideon, but he understood the chance wasn’t going to come that night. Jesse was just pulling the cork out of the wine bottle when Gideon’s phone started to ring, audible even though it was still in the bedroom.
“Do you have to answer that?”
Jesse nodded. “Gideon doesn’t get a lot of social calls
