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A couple months ago
Cameron Jacobson
“Forgive me—I’m rambling,” Archie laughed softly. “What step are
you on?”
“No problem! Step twelve—putting the dish in the oven.” I
grinned to myself and closed the oven, then set the timer for forty-five
minutes. “You?” I went to wash my hands and push play on my background
playlist again.
“Almost there too. Just adding the Parmesan.”
I dried my hands before I adjusted the earbuds. “To sum up, we’ve had a
great holiday, we need a new book for our book club, and it’s nice to get
back to normal routines.”
He chuckled. “Exactly. I mean, I loved meeting Master’s family, but
they’re such a wild bunch. When one yells, there’s no one to tell them to
lower their voice. No, they shout even louder.”
That cracked me up, ’cause he was just describing Noa. And, to an
extent, KC. KC could definitely meet Noa at his level. “I have two people
like that in my life. Noa and my cousin Parker—and KC gets an honorary
mention. Don’t let the corporate lawyer schtick fool you.”
Good thing I was home alone, because KC and Noa would include me
in the same group, which was so fucking wrong. I had my tiny brat
moments—nothing more.
“Like Sloan!” Archie exclaimed. “Because Master’s usually the hellraiser, Sloan comes off as the calmer of the two. But that’s just setting the
bar low. Sloan can push buttons like mad—which you obviously know.”
I sure did. I snickered under my breath.
In the background, I heard Master Greer going, “Who you callin’ hellraiser, baby?”
I grinned and started wiping down the counter. Master would be home
in about half an hour, so I had time to prepare his appetizer too.
“Definitely not you, Owner,” Archie teased. “I’m talking to Cam. We’re
cooking together.”
“I see.” Greer’s voice sounded closer, and it was soon followed by an
audible kiss between the two. “Hey, pet. Everythin’ good?”
“Yes, Sir. How are you?” I smiled and opened the fridge to haul out the
ingredients. “Archie told me you spoiled each other over Christmas.”
“Good and proper,” he confirmed with a chuckle. “If you ask me, Corey
went overboard. He—hold on.”
There was some commotion in the
background, a mix of dogs barking and a kid crying. “I’ll be right there,
sweetheart! Oi, Jason—your sister’s upset. Don’t just walk past her.
Where’s Kyla?”
“Corey has her. They’re upstairs. Shoo, Sir.” Archie clearly wanted his
phone privacy back, and I waited, amused, until things quieted down again.
By then, I had everything out for Master’s antipasto platter.
Since he’d told me his doctor wanted him to cut down on salt and red
meat—according to Master, there was “slight concern” about stress and
“slightly elevated” blood pressure—I’d done my best to serve him less
antipasti. But it was difficult because he loved his charcuterie, olives,
marinated artichokes, and stuff like that.
And call me a fretter, but when someone overused the word “slightly,” it
raised a red flag or two.
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