Georgia couldn’t believe the amount of fun she’d had with Jordan and Daisy. Her plans for the day were accomplished and then some with them helping her. The blue paint was sitting in the extra rooms waiting for another day. Their rumbling stomachs called them down to her kitchen for dinner. Standing in her kitchen, she pulled open her refrigerator to check to see what she had.
“How do you feel about tacos?” she asked, poking her head out to look at both Jordan and Daisy. Jordan was helping Daisy get the paint off her hands. Daisy was sitting on the edge of the counter, her feet in the sink, leaning forward. She watched for a minute, Jordan took such excellent care of Daisy, if he took care of Daisy well she knew he would care for her.
“I like cheese quesadillas,” Daisy remarked, looking up from the sink.
“I can make you one. Jordan, do you like beef or chicken tacos or both?” she asked, and when their eyes connected her heart stopped.
“I am fine with either, I’ll eat what you make,” he answered, and she smirked at him.
“Daisy, does Uncle Jordan have one he likes better?” she asked, wanting his niece’s perspective.
“He eats a lot,” Daisy answered and Georgia laughed hard.
“Both it is.” She pulled out shredded chicken she had leftover from dinner the other night and a fresh package of ground beef. Setting her things down, she pulled out several colored peppers and then went for an onion from her pantry.
“Do you prefer specific toppings?” she asked, reaching for the ingredients to make Pico de Gallo. She ate it with a lot of her food so she made a new batch weekly.
“Cheese, sour cream, guacamole,” he answered, and she smiled, reaching into the fridge to get out guacamole.
“Do you like guacamole too, Daisy?” Daisy nodded with a gigantic smile on her face.
“Let’s make tonight a full party. I’ll get out my nice dishes and we can break in my huge dining room table,” she announced and Daisy gave her a loud cheer. Jordan placed her on the floor and Daisy ran over to hug her around the waist. Her eyes watered, Daisy was coming to mean so much to her and she didn’t want them to leave. Her attraction to Jordan made her nervous and excited at the same time.
“That is very sweet of you,” Jordan said leaning over he kissed her on the lips. Georgia closed her eyes and reveled in the kiss. Every time they kissed, her body melted.
“It’s snowing!” Daisy yelled tugging on their hands pulling them to the window.
“I don’t think we can stay then Daisy. If the snow gets too bad, we won’t be able to get home,” he replied and Georgia frowned. She didn’t want them to leave.
“Stay then,” she blurted out and Jordan’s eyes showed his surprise.
“Stay the night if it gets too deep. I have shirts Daisy can sleep in,” she offered.
“Okay,” he answered and reached out to kiss her passionately, his tongue slipping in to tangle with his. She moaned softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jordan backed her up until her back hit the fridge.
“You two love each other!” Daisy squealed and Georgia pulled out of his arms quickly. She’d forgotten about Daisy.
“Uh um, well I like your uncle a lot,” Georgia answered trying to regain her composure.
“You make his jaguar happy, it purrs when you are near him!” Daisy pointed out, and she laughed, catching sight of Jordan’s blush.
“He makes me happy too. I don’t have a jaguar to show my happiness,” Georgia told her, taking Daisy’s hand and getting her to help set the table and get away from the topic of her and Jordan. Jordan followed, helping set the large dining room table for three people. Daisy took the plates, cups, and utensils she saved for when Liam came to visit.
“Why aren’t they pink or purple?” she asked when Georgia handed her a navy blue plate.
“Liam picked them out to keep here. I know he won’t mind you using them today. Next time I can get to the store I can get any color you want,” she promised. In her heart, she knew Daisy and Jordan was it for her. She needed more time with Jordan before she would commit, but she couldn’t imagine life without them. In a short weekend, they came to mean a lot to her.
“Pink it is then. Jordan, will you take our plates?” she asked, handing him two cream ceramic plates with a slight edge to keep food from slipping off. She loved using them for pasta and salads. He took the plates. When their fingers touched a zip of lightning ran down her arm settling between her legs.
“Sure thing,” he replied, kissing her cheek and taking the plates along with the utensils she’d placed on top.
For the next thirty minutes, she and Jordan moved around each other in the kitchen cooking together. Daisy sat on a stool and helped juice a lime for the Pico de Gallo. Setting the last steaming platter of food onto the table, she looked at the feast they’d prepared.
“I hope we didn’t make too much,” she remarked sitting across the table from Jordan, Daisy sitting between them.
“Don’t worry, you did,” Jordan assured her, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. She smiled and turned to Daisy.
“What can I get you besides your quesadilla?” she asked.
“Nothing.” She was surprised by the response and frowned. Should she push for Daisy to try unfamiliar things? She wasn’t her daughter or niece. Catching Jordan’s eye, he nodded his encouragement.
“I’d like you to try the rice. Liam loves it,” she commented, putting a spoonful on her own plate. Not making eye contact with her, she let Daisy come to her own decision.
“Okay,” Daisy sighed and Georgia placed a small spoonful onto her plate.
“If you don’t like it after one big bite I won’t make you finish it,” she continued using a technique she’d seen Caroline and Virginia use with their children. Making sure not to stare, she put together her own chicken taco. Looking up, she saw Jordan tilt his head to the side, and she glanced to see Daisy devouring the rice. Smiling, she bit into her taco and saw Jordan take a massive bite of his own.
“This is amazing,” he moaned, polishing off his first taco in record time. Georgia gaped at him as he made three more.
“I told you he eats a lot,” Daisy remarked with a smirk on her face. Georgia couldn’t help it, she laughed loud and hard.
“What?” Jordan asked after he swallowed his food.
“This! I haven’t had a family dinner like this ever,” she shared, and Jordan smiled at her with a twinkle in his eye.
“I hope we have many more,” he remarked, and she nodded her agreement spooning more rice onto Daisy’s plate along with some sauteed vegetables. Daisy didn’t comment and ate everything Georgia put on her plate. The three spent an hour talking and laughing at the table. Daisy and she made plans on what to do to Daisy’s room next.
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