Chapter fifty

CHAPTER FIFTY

“Lunch” He announced dropping the plate of mashed potato, gravy and steak.

“Presentable” I praised him for how he served.

“Thank you” He flashed a smile sitting beside me.

“How did I do?” He asked waiting for me to say something when I took the food in my mouth.

“Considering I was the one who added all the ingredients, I did a good job” I teased.

“Can we pretend I think all the work?” He joked.

“You did good Lucian. I was telling you what to do throughout so you made today’s lunch” I said.

“You and I both know I barely did anything but I’ll take it” He laughed taking mashed potatoes and gravy.

“Give yourself more credit. With more practice you will be an excellent cook” I reassured him.

“How did you learn to cook?” He asked taking a bite of his steak.

“Eight years a slave?” I answered more like a question.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean_”

“It’s fine. You didn’t do that to me” I laughed but he didn’t look happy.

“If I had met you earlier. I don’t know I just wish I had known”