Chapter 16.1

I picked up the menu and read through the options. It should have been obvious from the sight of the grills in front

of us, but you were supposed to cook the food yourself. My lips tightened. Back in the seventies, we had fondue, where they brought thin strips of meat for you to dip into a bubbling sauce, but that had been part of the fun.

The people who ran this place looked like they wanted you to do half the work. I turned around, taking in the sight of couples and groups sitting around the grills. It looked like the restaurant had just opened for the day because nobody was cooking.

When the waiter came, Griff ordered for us both, which was a relief because I didn’t have any idea what to pick. The first of the other tables got their food, and the patrons placed it on the hotplate with long, metallic chopsticks, filling the air with a delicious scent.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to cook for you,” I said, making my voice teasing.

He flashed me that grin. “Alphas are capable of m