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“You’ll lose.” I jumped into the air and ran back to my room. “I need my slippers and robe.”
He put on his robe, still no shirt, figures, but at least put on his slippers, he was getting ready to take off the glasses when I shoved them back up his nose. “Nope, those you keep.”
“Because I don’t look like myself?” He frowned.
I messed up his glossy thick hair with my fingertips. “No, because I like seeing you in them.”
“Ah, should have busted out Clark Kent two years ago.”
“Could have saved you so much grief over the grumpy princess with a thorn in her side.”
“Nah, she just had one in her finger, like most princesses do, should I take it out for you?” He leaned down and slid his mouth over my thumb. “Nope, not that one,” He grabbed my pointer finger and shoved it into his mouth, his tongue smooth around it. “Nope, not that one either.” He winked. “But I’m patient, I’ll find out soon.”
My knees weakened so much I almost stumbled onto him.
“Well then.” He grabbed my hand. “Should we make a run for it to the kitchens?”
“Think we’ll get caught?”
“That’s the…” He started pulling me closer against him. “Whole, point.”
We ran down the hidden corridor, and then out into the open foyer before making a run for it toward the kitchens.
“Okay.” He pointed. “We have two options, servants’ kitchen or the main kitchen.”
We nodded our heads and said in unison. “Servants.”
We ran down the next flight of stairs and into the servants’ kitchens while we both glanced at the clock on the wall above one of the freezers.
He whistled low in his throat. “We have two hours before they’re up.”
“We can make sandwiches in two hours.”
“Right.” He rubbed his hands together. “So, where is everything?”
We both started laughing when we realized we had no idea, and began searching for bread, which he found, meat, which I found, condiments which we both found, and enough fixings to make something great.
“All right, this is only fair”—he stared at all the ingredients—“if we pick one special ingredient that will throw the other one off, so all of these are good to go,” He pointed at what we found. “But we each have to find something special to add, you know, to make it a competition.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t lose at those.”
“I would never imagine you to, but are you fast enough?”
“In three.” I rapidly glanced around the extensive kitchen. “Two. One.”
We ran through, I chose the fridge, he chose the pantry? We both returned with our own things and grabbed our pans.
I started making mine while he started making his, the agreement was that they would be cold sandwiches so we could go faster. We had turkey, mustard, mayonnaise, a few high-end cheeses, spinach, tomato, and whatever mystery addition.
“Done!” He held up his hands.
I held up mine. “Same.”
“M’am.” He held out his hand to shake.
“Good sir.” I gripped it as we switched places and each cut into the other’s sandwich and took a bite.
I looked up in awe. “You son of a rascal, you added jam!”
