Chapter Thirty Six

She had no idea from there. Didn't her Grams always put thyme in hers? She eyed Roth closely as though if she looked at him long enough the answer would appear on his forehead for her to see. She sighed, "Thyme?"

He laughed, "Your grandmother's recipe?”

She opened her mouth to protest, but instead she nodded guiltily. "Yeah."

"Well, finish up eating. Try some of the salad and biscuits," he ordered grabbing a biscuit himself, slicing it in half and buttering it up.

"Well, did I get it right?" She sincerely wanted to know. His enthusiasm for cooking and her sudden need to please him made it impossible for her not to want to know.

He clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth and then gave her a wink. "Can't tell ya. But I'll let you know when you're ready." He pointed to her near empty bowl. "Now finish up I have a big day planned for us."

She groaned inwardly, itching to toss one of the biscuits at him, but they looked to scrumptious to waste in a food fight. As she finished eatin