Tappe picked up the grimy jar of candy hearts. "No way! I can't believe Fay saved your candy hearts." He twisted off the lid and
shook one into his hand."
“Neither
can I. Don’t you dare put that into your mouth. Those candies are over a decade
old!”
“So?
Sugar doesn’t spoil.”
“Okay,
go ahead. Eat it. Poison yourself. Why should I care?” Kate said drily. “Just
don’t call me in the middle of the night.” With a shake of her head, she turned
back to the stove, took out a cold plate from the freezer, and plopped a
teaspoon of the liquid from the bubbling pot on it, then ran a finger through
the mixture to see if the jam stayed parted and stable, refusing to run
together. She removed the pot from the stove, set it on the table, and started
filling the pint and half-pint jars.
“You
don’t mean that.” He dropped the candy back into the jar, and came up behind
her. He started nuzzling her on the side of her neck.
“Do
you realize I’m working with hot liquids?” She tried to be stern as she
squirmed away still holding the hot pot. She could never quite pull off
reprimanding
Tappe, especially
when he was on a roll. And he was
on a roll.
“Not
as hot as you are. Want to make out?”
Kate
looked at him askance. “Now? Here? Are you sane?”
“Yes,
I’m fairly lucid. But if your answer is a no to making out, then can I lick the
pot instead?”
“If
you promise to quit licking my neck.”
