Chapter 22
The aroma of browned butter and earthy sage permeated the air between them as Mary served them both their plates. Clara thanked her and leaned back as she filled her wine glass and then took a sip as her housekeeper left the dining room and headed back to the kitchen.
Elian sniffed the air appreciatively. “God this smells so good.”
“It really does.” She watched as he used his fork to shovel a large amount of the potato pasta into his mouth. “Would you rather a spoon or a ladle?”
He covered his mouth with his hand making a hissing noise as he tried to cool down the heat of the food in his mouth. “Nope, fork is good,” he mumbled over his mouthful. He closed his eyes and gave an exaggerated moan. “If she ever decides she doesn’t want to work for you, I’ll happily take her off y
