Fiona
I flip the chicken in the skillet, listening to the sizzle of the meat against the heat. The bold, sharp scent of a spice from the cabinet rises and fills the air, making my eyes water a bit. I’m not sure what it is, but before they left, the kitchen staff recommended it as one of Ethan’s favorite flavors.
While the meat cooks, I grab another pan and drop some cut up vegetables into the low heat. I don’t know how the staff felt about being dismissed by me, but when I got home, I wanted to cook dinner for Ethan.
Actually, what I wanted is more alone time with him. I know we just got back from a weeklong vacation, but I feel like it’s a good idea to have some time alone in his house since it’s where we’ll be spending time together from here on out.
His staff is always here, unle
