Chapter 75

“Thanks,” said Kiko as they sipped. “I had a great day with you.”

“It’s not done yet,” said Dom.

“Can your ass take anymore?”

“You’d be surprised what my ass can take.”

Kiko kissed Dom and stood to check on the fish. When it was done he scraped it out of the foil and onto plates; it certainly wasn’t the fanciest of meals, but Kiko found you could make a good meal in a little foil. He’d gone for the flavors of the season, laying a fish over a bed of wild rice with cranberries and nuts. He expected Dom to tell him it was good when he tasted it.

“You made this in a piece of foil?” asked Dom instead.

“What, it isn’t good?” Kiko took a sip of wine, throwing a teasing smile Dom’s way.

“Of course it’s fucking good. I don’t understand why Sander’s the famous chef.”

Kiko laughed.

“You’re going to inflate my ego. Maybe I shouldn’t serve the peach quinoa pudding for dessert.”

“What’s that?”

“Kind of like rice pudding,” said Kiko. Dom grunted.