Galen set down the plate holding a mixture of boar, venison, fish, and a healthy portion of roasted vegetables. Besides it, he set down another plate. This one had a small piece of fish, which had been heavily debated, and a bowl containing a heaping pile of strawberries. And a specially requested and overly large pickle on a stick.
He grinned as he looked down at the thick cut, juicy slices of boar, carefully marinated for almost four days in a savory sauce that had kicked his salivary glands into overdrive. He stabbed the first slice with his fork, lifting it to his mouth.
“That looks good…” Bell whispered with heat in her voice.
The feel of her breath against the sensitive nerves of his ear sent a shudder of excitement rippling across his body.
He only wished the desire in her was directed at him, instead of the food on his fork.
Galen sighed and turned his fork, offering it to her. With an excited squeal Bell sat down beside him and took his fork, and his plate.
