Alpha Thomas
“You might want to ask him to make more of the cooking and eating surfaces.”
Thomas nodded. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”
The sweet smell of baked apples wafted through the air. “Mmm... what’s that delicious smell?”
“Mrs. Crunch. She makes the best sweet pies. Want one?” He signaled for a nearby boy to grab the reins of his horse after he got off.
Thomas wrapped his arms around her waist and helped her down from the horse.
“Thanks, my Lord,” she joked.
“The pleasure’s all mine, my Lady.” He took her fingers in his and kissed the back of her hand.