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Mackenzie
"He's going to love it no matter what it tastes like," Joanne sighed. "And for the record I think it tastes great!"
I tried not to roll my eyes. Joanne...did not have taste buds. I was convinced of it. She thought everything tasted great! She couldn't tell you if there was vanilla or cinnamon in a pie or if there was too much salt in a sauce. All of it was...
Great!
Which...I suppose was good for her. She wasn't a picky eater. At all. Her only true abomination was the liberal use of hot sauce. Maybe one day she'd find a nice young gentleman who equally didn't care about the taste of food.
But it mattered to me because Scott loved food. He made it for everyone. And while he said my baking was exactly what he needed, it didn't feel like enough.
So I had made it my mission to learn how to cook the best chicken pot pie in the world. Or at least the most comforting. I tried Aunt Sharon's recipe but it was too heavy. Maeve's was too watery. Aviana's was too healthy.
Who puts zucchini in a chicken pot pie "for more nutrients?"
Monsters.
And honestly, I was still shocked Maeve's recipe failed me. Usually she had the best dishes at the potlucks. Cooking for all her kids over the years made her a seasoned pro at comfort foods.
But alas, I'd fallen back on a recipe from one of my college friends. Her mother always made us a big tray and left it in the freezer for emergencies. She happily emailed me the recipe and a few tricks and variations.
Apparently I'd gone a little too crazy because this tasted like the ingredients were fighting with each other.
"I'm giving it one more shot."
"Suit yourself," Joanne shrugged as she slid the casserole dish in front of her and dug in.
"You can't eat an entire pot pie."
Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Watch me. I'm on my period and I've had a shit week. If I want to gorge myself on pot pie, I will gorge myself on pot pie."
"How was your week bad?" We worked together, nearly side-by-side, day in and day out. Nothing terrible had happened.
She kept shoveling huge forkfuls of creamy chicken and vegetables into her mouth while staring at the dish.
"Joanne?"
She sighed and set the fork aside. "Noah bailed on our movie meetup."
The ex she was totally, not at all, seeing again. I wasn't fully onboard with her letting him back into her life but I wasn't against it either. They were high schoolers when their relationship blew up and it was a very long time ago. I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
But not if he was already letting her down again. "Did something come up?"
She shrugged again. "Technically yes. He was leading a crew up to the Tuckaway Creek Dam and they got stuck in a storm. He didn't make it back in time."
I stared at my friend. Was she seriously moping around because he got stuck on a mountain by Mother Nature?
"Don't look at me like that. I know I sound insane! It's the hormones!" She dug back into her pie. "I was really looking forward to seeing him. We haven't gotten to spend a lot of time together one-on-one. It's all texts and emails and phone calls."
"It's understandable to be disappointed. But you might want to watch how you describe Noah's behavior."
She glared at me. "I'm not mad at him for doing his job. I'm just being selfish and complaining to the only person not giving me a hard time for being friends with him again."
I started assembling yet another chicken pot pie while she vented about her brother being overbearing and an odd encounter Noah apparently had with Red. I made the roux, defrosted another bag of peas and carrots, opened the can of diced potatoes. When the chicken was done cooking I diced it up as well. I refrained from adding extra spices and ingredients from the optional list and kept it simple and creamy.
"So do you have plans to see this movie another day?"
She chewed on her lower lip. "If I tell you the truth will you be nice about it?"
I abandoned the pre-made pie crust. "Joanne, I'm going to trust you. And you're going to trust me. If I see a red flag, I'm going to shout about it and you're going to listen. Until I see said flag, I'm following you." Because damn it, that's what friends do. Joanne was a fully grown adult woman who was more than capable of deciding if a man was worth her time without the collective input of the town.
Especially not her brother.
"I'm going to his place tomorrow night for dinner and a movie. In. We're staying in."
"And are you hoping this leads to romantic feelings being rekindled?" I went back to my crust and began sealing the pie.
"Honestly? I'm not sure that what we had in high school was all that romantic. We were best friends who were exploring growing up with each other. He was safe."
"Until he wondered what it felt like to kiss a different girl."
"Mack."
I shrugged. "I'm not faulting him for being curious. My only complaint is that he disrespected you in the process."
"And he's paid that fine many times over. He couldn't even come home and visit his mother without having to avoid Travis."
Joanne was very close to strangling her brother with her bare hands if he didn't back off. Luckily he'd been a whole lot more distracted recently.
If I was being honest, watching Travis Montgomery get eaten for breakfast day in and day out was my new favorite pastime.
"So you're friends again and it's as good as before?"
Joanne actually pushed the casserole aside and leaned on the counter. "I love you, Mack. I've always been able to tell you anything. You're my ride or die. But there's always been something a little deeper with Noah. It's still there. It might even be deeper than before." Her cheeks pinked up.
I carefully placed my final attempt at a chicken pot pie in the oven. "I understand that. Scott and I have always been that way. It's good having different kinds of friendships and intimacy."
"That's the thing. We kissed and cuddled but it was never more physical than that. But now? I want to chain him to a bed."
"So tonight you figure out if he feels the same way. Good luck."
"Thanks. I think this is the way it will always be with Noah. We're too much when we're together. It's either perfect or a disaster."
I thought about how easily I loved Scott. We were intense, but not in that way. "Maybe you two find the extremes because you've never had a chance to settle into a comfortable middle as adults."
"Maybe." She didn't breathe another word about Noah because Lucy joined us and as much as Joanne didn't talk about Noah around Travis, she was even more tight-lipped around her sister.
But thank goodness she was here. Lucy had a much more discerning palette and I could actually trust her feedback.
She wrinkled her nose. "Oh, no. That has way too much... what is that? Parsley?"
I grimaced. "Yep."
Lucy took another forkful and chewed slowly. "Too much garlic, way too much chicken, not enough salt. I feel like I'm working to eat this."
Joanne made a face. "Y'all are way too picky. This pie is delicious."
Lucy just shook her head, then traded a look of confusion with me. "So the next batch is different?"
"All those things you just listed are corrected, plus a couple others. I want this to feel like a hug. Scott deserves a hug!"
"You two are adorable," she snickered, pulling her phone out of her pocket to check a message. She grinned and laughed quietly to herself as her fingers flew over the keyboard.
Joanne's eyes pinged from her sister to me and back again. "Who the hell are you texting?"
Lucy rolled her eyes and tucked the phone back in her pocket. "War. He sent me a picture from the Mantas game. He's beet red and drenched in sweat from head to toe. Apparently it's hot in Atlanta."
Warwick Bratkowski was a Lost Creek local who worked as a sports journalist. He traveled all over the country and sometimes the world. "It's nice you two are still friends. I haven't seen him in years."
"He hasn't been in Lost Creek in at least three or four years. He's too busy being important and winning awards for his amazing talent." She waved her hand through the air. "Every once in a blue moon we'll be in the same city and grab a dinner or a drink depending on how much time we have."
I swear Lucy only came back because of how close she was to her family. Otherwise she'd be just like War...or me until recently...traveling the world and having a great time.
I brought out the wine and we enjoyed catching up until the oven timer dinged and it was time for the moment of truth.
We all waited impatiently as the steaming slice of pot pie cooled on the plate. "Why am I nervous?"
Lucy nudged my shoulder with hers. "Because you love him."
I really, really did. Scott made me feel alive again and I just wanted him to know, to understand, that he was the most special person in the whole world.
"Let's do this." Joanne dove in first.
Lucy and I followed. The creamy combination of crust, chicken, vegetables, and roux burst on my tongue and I let out a low moan that matched Lucy's.
"Huh," Joanne frowned at the plate. "You're right. This one is better."
"It's amazing!" Lucy immediately dove back in for another bite. "Everything blends together. It's more than a hug. It's a cuddle."
I took another bite, then another, sighing with relief. My tummy was happy and there had to be some sort of chemical being released into my brain because I felt more relaxed. "This is it."
"What is it?" Scott's voice echoed off the kitchen cabinets. "And what have you done to my kitchen, woman?"
Joanne and Lucy both stuffed their faces and then grabbed their bags, scurrying away. "Have a nice night!" One of them said with a full mouth before the door swung shut.
And I was alone with a scowling Scott Shaw.
"Ignore the mess behind the curtain," I said like we were in The Wizard of Oz.
He put his hands on his hips. Scott looked like he usually did. Ball cap on his head, hair curling around the edges, t-shirt, flannel, jeans, and boots. His scruff had become an impressive beard. "It's kind of hard to ignore the twenty dirty bowls, overflowing trashcan, and full sink, Mackenzie."
"You're home early. I was going to have all of this sparkling clean and the table set."
He quirked an eyebrow. "And I assume put on some clean clothes?"
I glanced down at the cream, flour, and grease splatters all over my shirt and shorts. "Uh, yes. Most definitely."
"Well, too bad. I missed the fuck out of you. Now what is going on?"
I tried to smooth my hair. "Why don't you go take a shower while I get everything ready."
"Are you breaking up with me?"
I jerked back in surprise. "What? No!"
"Then why all the fuss?" He waved all around the kitchen.
He really was making this difficult.
"Fine, we'll do this the messy way. Go sit down, Scott Shaw."
He kept giving me confused, curious looks, but he took his ass to the table and waited while I set out our food and drinks. The table wasn't nearly as fancy as I'd planned it in my head, but the pot pie was still steaming hot, so there was that.
I placed his bowl in front of him. "Tah-dah!"
He glanced at the food and then up at me. "You made me dinner?"
This man. I loved him. Loved him so much. But damn he could be ornery. "I made you something I hope you love. Something you enjoy."
"But...why?"
I dropped into my seat. "Why does any woman in love do anything for the man she loves? Because I wanted you to feel special."
He looked back at the food, then at the kitchen, then at me. "I don't understand."
"Forget about the stupid kitchen! I'll clean it up. Scott, you make all of us food to make us happy. This is me returning the favor."
He stared at me stunned. Like the very idea someone would cook for him just to make him happy was such a wild idea that it was unthinkable. He never batted an eye when I baked cookies or cakes. He accepted them without question.
But this was different. Or at least I hoped it would be.
"You...made me dinner?"
"Yes, Scott. I made you dinner. It took me four recipes and an ungodly amount of cream and broth, but I wanted to find the perfect recipe for you."
He picked up his fork and took a bite without another moment of hesitation. His eyes rounded. "Fuck, Mackenzie. This is good."
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it."
"No, seriously." He moaned around a second forkful. "Damn, woman. I should let you make dinner more often."
I smiled a little more at that.
"This is like a drug. I think I might be a little high. What did you put in this?"
I walked him through the final recipe and why I chose simple, premade ingredients for parts of it and not others. When I ate my last bite he pulled me into his lap. "I feel like the king of the world. Thank you."
I kissed him. Slow and tender. "You're welcome. I love you a whole lot."
"I love you a whole lot. This kitchen, on the other hand, needs some work."
I ran my fingers over his skin as I shook my head. "And I told you I would take care of it."
"That doesn't work for me." He lowered his chin to glower at me, his eyes growing darker. "I think I should help. In fact, I think you should sit pretty and watch me do it all while I make you come. The longer it takes me to get the kitchen clean, the longer I have to keep you aroused." He stood up with me in his arms and marched me over the edge of the table that faced the kitchen. Then he began removing my clothes.
"You don't have to do this! We can clean it up real quick and then go upstairs. Where we have a bed."
He wrapped his lips around a nipple and sucked until it popped free. "Now where is the fun in that, Mackenzie? Sit here with those legs spread. I'll be back as soon as I get that sink emptied. Be prepared. This might take all night."
"Will this be my usual reward for making dinner?" I was not going to complain if it was.
He took my face in his hands, smiling down at me. "This is your reward for being mine. For loving me. For making me feel twenty feet tall. I love you, Mackenzie. And I love having fun with you."
I might just vibrate out of my skin. "Well then. I guess we should have some fun."
"You bet your ass we will. For the rest of our lives." He winked, kissed me, and then spent the next few hours cleaning and taking care of me.
The One With The Secret Crushes Bonus Scene
© 2026 by Alexis Sykes
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