marinade all over the chicken.” He instructed her as he stood close to her making sure she was okay.
“Why are we pouring the sauce on it when it already is covered in it?” She questioned him as she poured the sauce all over the chicken.
“Because it will cook in its own juices giving it a better flavor,” he answered while letting Sinclair taste it off the spoon.
“That’s good.” She told him as she tasted it from his finger.
“And it will only get better once we cut up the vegetables and add them to it.” He explained as he handed her a pepper to cut while he cut up an onion. “We will let that bake for about forty minutes to an hour.”
“Now what are we going to do?” She asked as she looked at him in inquisitively.
“You are going to put your feet up and enjoy this white chocolate I brought for you,” Kingston said while escorting Sinclair into the adjacent family room. “I’m going to make my secret drink while you relax for few minutes.”
“I want to help.” She said eagerly.
“No, no. I want you to taste it first and then see if you can figure out what I put in it. Part of learning how to cook is to recognize the different flavors and see if they blend well.” Kingston said as he hovered in secrecy at the counter periodically going back to the refrigerator. “Now just enjoy that chocolate and relax for a few minutes.”
“Fine!” Sinclair pouted.
“So how was your day Miss Madison?” He asked while preparing his special drink with his back towards Sinclair.
“So non-eventful and that worked for me. I actually closed the agency early today so I could pick up my car from the shop.” She answered while indulging in the chocolate.
“What was wrong with your SUV? Was it the radiator like you thought?” Kingston asked remembering Sinclair trying to fix her smoking car on the highway.
“Yes, the mechanic said something about bad wires or something.” Sinclair said shrugging because she was just happy she didn’t need to use a rental anymore.
“Well my meeting yesterday went just as well. With my dad deciding to open a new store hopefully that meeting will give us the perfect location.”
Sinclair thought this would be a perfect time to tell Kingston about Mr. Dunbar but she didn’t want to rain on his parade so she kept silent about it.
“Stop! Don’t move another muscle. I see you trying to sneak over here.” Kingston said waving his wooden spoon at Sinclair.
“I just wanted to hug you to congratulate you,” she lied through her teeth as she tried to inch her way closer to Kingston. The fact of the matter was that she was trying to get close to him to see what he was putting in the drink.
“I don’t know who you are trying to fool Miss Madison?” He said waving his spoon at Sinclair. “I know you were trying to see what I’m doing over here but it’s not going to happen. So you can go back over there and put those pretty little feet back on the ottoman and relax. After I am done with this then we can work on the vegetables and rice.”
“Why didn’t you just make that before I got here?” Sinclair huffed as she sat back on the sofa and put her feet up as instructed by Kingston.
“Since it was already late I took the liberty of getting my guest room ready for you to spend the night. Especially with this nasty weather I figured it would not be a good idea for you to drive back home.” He explained as he chopped something and put in the large glass pitcher.
“You think you are so smart Mr. Carter?” She said sarcastically, yet playfully.
“As a matter of fact I do think I am smart. Smart enough to get and keep you aren’t I?’ Kingston replied with a wicked smile and even Sinclair had to laugh.
“Touché.” Sinclair replied because he did ask her out a few months ago and ever since then they had been inseparable.
There was no denying that the two were in love even if Sinclair didn’t believe it herself. She was very skeptical of falling in love but yet and still Kingston made her heart skip a beat whenever she was with him or even talked to him.
“Since we both have a free day off tomorrow if you like we can lounge around the house and watch movies all day.” Kingston added while