Mirepoix (A Recipe Of Love Book 1) Read Free Page B

well as the fresh mozzarella, I think he started to open his mind. Now standing in one of my favorite butchers shops I think I may have won him over. I go back to examining the ribeyes. The question stuck in my mind is am I buying 1 or 2 of the steaks? I look back again and he sees me looking. Him and the butcher both make their way over to me where I’m still crouched down in front of the case.
    “I have never seen a woman look at a cut of meat like that. Shoes and purses maybe, but never a steak.” He chuckles while towering over me next to the case.
    “You either haven’t been paying attention or haven’t been around the right type of women.” I pop up out of my crouching position like a jack-in-the-box startling him.  I hear deep chuckles coming from behind him and peek around to see Anthony laughing at my antics. I very maturely stick my tongue out at him and inform him with my middle finger that I think he’s number one. I ignore Joe shaking his head at me again. I’ve decided to interpret it as bemusement instead of frustration or confusion.
    “So have you settled on the ribeye this time sprout?”
    “I’m 5’3” definitely taller than a sprout!”
    “Nope definitely a sprout.” He ruffles my hair as he says this
    “Yes, you big bully, I want some ribeye.” Anthony is even bigger than Joe at 6’6” and has a big bushy beard and a fade cut pompadour. His brown eyes dance with merriment as he antagonizes me. He’s like the big brother I never wanted and wish I could return. My mind drifts as I imagine auctioning him off to the women that would flock if they saw him in the main shop. He likes to hide in the back and let his dad stay the face of the business.
    He looks between me and Joe with an evil expression on his face, “So am I giving you enough to feed 3 grown men, since you eat 1 of our date night specials by yourself?”
    I pull back and look at Joe from inches away. “Wanna come to dinner?”
    “Yes if for no other reason than to see you eat that much steak. You’re tiny and I don’t think it’s possible.”
    I pat his arm and lean back around him to look at Anthony, I may need to invest in a pair of stilts around these giants. “Okay 2 monster ribeyes and full chicken. Remember to have my butt ready for me to pick up on Friday!”
    As Anthony walks around the counter to the back to get my meat I hear “Your butt?” hissed in my ear.
    “Yeah, my Boston butt. I’m going to do up a massive amount of pulled pork this weekend and don’t have the room in my fridge for it. Luckily Anthony has a massive fridge at his house and agreed to take it home with him. He has to remember to put my rub on it Thursday so I can put it directly into the smoker when I get home on Friday.”
    “Wait, I’ve been in your apartment, there’s no smoker in it.”
    “No, the smoker is behind the building, on the patio. I wanted to put it on the roof but I’m pretty sure it would violate some fire code or another.” I’m still standing inches away and all I want to do is pet his t-shirt. I’m a very tactile person and it looks incredibly soft, add in that he smells like cedarwood again, which means the shirt likely does too and it’s like catnip for me. I’m so wrapped up in ideas on how I can get the shirt off of him to steal it I’m not really paying attention to the conversation.
    “I didn’t know there was a patio behind your building. Do you share it with the other residents? How do you know they won’t mess with your smoker?”
    “The only other resident is Lindsay and she won’t touch my smoker or she won’t get nummies! She knows the rules!” I’m now thinking of how he’s so big and I’m fun sized so I could definitely make the shirt into a dress. It would lose that amazing scent the first time I wash it but would still be soft. At least I assume it’s soft. It looks really soft. I should touch it just to be sure.
    “Wait that’s a five story building and I know there’s an