Chapter 34;Bitter truth

“How does it taste?" Rowan asked when Page put a piece of the pork chops he made in her mouth, standing in front of the cooker with him.

“Hmmm, it's really good. I must say, you have a knack for making good food," Page replied as she savored the flavorsome richly spiced meat.

When they returned home, Rowan had decided against calling in their maids to make something for them to eat as he wanted to be alone in the house with Page. They had chattered in the car on their way home, laughing about insignificant things they saw. They had both changed out of their clothes and Rowan had sent her dress to the largely established laundry they patronized. Page was in red nightclothes; a free top with single straps and shorts that was almost swallowed by her short top. Over it was her lacy transparent red robe. Rowan was in black sweatpants and was shirtless.

Page had wanted to cook but Rowan beat her to it. He made four ravishing meaty burgers and some flavorous pork chops with sausages.

Rowan