Chapter 15
~ Hailey ~
The first bite Jackson took seemed to happen in slow motion.
I watched as he cut into the turkey, speared a piece along with some stuffing, and brought it to his mouth. His expression was neutral at first—polite anticipation, the kind of face you make when you're about to compliment someone's cooking regardless of how it actually tastes.
Then his eyes widened.
"Hailey." He set down his fork and looked at me with something like wonder. "This is... this is one of the most delicious meals I've had in ages. Truly. Where did you learn to cook like this?"
Heat crept up my neck. "My father taught me. Before he... well, a long time ago."
"He taught you well." Jackson took another bite, this time of the glazed ham. "Yvonne, darling, you have to try this."
Yvon
