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The grill was lit, the carrots in water boiling. The potatoes were washed and he’d just gotten done stabbing them and popped them in the microwave.
“Do you have a bowl for me to put the salad in?” Sage asked him.
He’d pulled the salad bag out of the fridge with a tomato and cucumber that he had.
Sage had moved past him and found some shredded cheese too and he figured that was going on the salad.
He got a bowl and handed it over; she prepared that while he picked up the plate with the steaks on it.
The minute she said she wanted to try out how sturdy his bed was, he all but ran down the stairs and lit the fire pit and then the grill.
She laughed at him, but he didn’t care.
Knox went outside and put the steaks on the grill and looked at the time on his watch. He had this down to almost a science. Five minutes on each side would do it, but since it was a bit cooler out and the temperature would drop in the grill, he’d give it six minutes on each side.
When he came back into the kitchen, Sage had found his plates and put them on the island and set it up where they’d sit.
He had two stools there. One more than he normally needed. He would have sat at the table if she wanted, but he never did.
“You’re making more than I thought you would,” she said.
“It’s not a lot of work. Simple enough.”
His father had cooked like this for him. They almost always had grilled meat and something boiled or put in the microwave as a side.
Nothing gourmet and perfectly fine for him.
He didn’t think anyone looking at him would think there was a gourmet or fancy bone in his body.
Yet he looked at his girlfriend and knew that she was the opposite.
“Is it enough?” he asked.
“What?” she asked, looking up from the tomato she was cutting. “It’s more than enough food.”
“I meant enough for you. I look at you at times and then think of us and realize we are nothing alike.”
“Don’t go there either,” she said. “I might have spent years in the fashion industry and have a friend in a high place, but that doesn’t mean I’m like anything you see on TV or hear about. I obviously didn’t fit in enough since I felt driven out.”
She’d never used those words before. “What do you mean?”
She let out a sigh. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“But it’s what you said. What happened?”
“I told you. It’s a cutthroat business. Kate got me the internship. I’m grateful for that. We talked this week when I asked her about wearing some Holly Bloom Foundation items.”
She’d told him all about that and how excited she’d been that Kate already wore one of the pieces, made sure it was visible on one of her social media sites and had been asked where it was from. Blossoms had been named and tagged and Sage said sales went nuts that day and were continuing. Kate would do it throughout the next two months with all the items she’d gotten.
He wasn’t so sure why Sage was afraid to ask someone who was like a sister to her to wear a few products that were free.
Though, considering he didn’t ever want to ask anyone for help, he supposed he understood that.
“What did she say about the internship?” he asked.
“That most people got an internship in the fashion industry by who they knew not what they knew. She made a good point. And I didn’t care so much about that. But I felt I got my job because of her and she said it had nothing to do with her.”
“Did you like your job?” he asked.
