"When we get back home, I'll make it for you," Rory said with an easy smile, her tone light and sincere. If others were allowed to taste her cooking, then there was no reason Jasper couldn't as well.
In fact, Jasper was the one she wanted to cook for the most.
Satisfied, Jasper immediately shot Dax a smug, victorious glance.
"With Rory around," he said smoothly, "I'll have plenty of chances to enjoy all those dishes you were bragging about."
Dax froze for half a second, staring at him.
What's so special about this guy? Why does Rory care so much about him? The thought gnawed at him, sharp and uncomfortable. He couldn't get it.
By then, the meat was finally done. Jasper moved quickly, selecting the best-looking cuts and offering them to Rory with an expectant look.
"Rory, try this," he urged. "Tell me—does my roast taste good?"
Not to be outdone, Dax immediately slid his own freshly grilled meat toward her.
"Female Master, try mine too! Try mine too!"
