The stew was a new recipe with tomatoes, basil, onions, and paprika. At least it smelled good, and if not she had the pizza place on speed dial. Some of her experiments never worked, and every now and again, something did. Jemma heard Ryan coming down the stairs. She pulled a beer from the fridge and some bottled water for herself. Looking down at her shirt, she cursed. She should have changed. The awful shirt was covered in stains. She sighed in frustration, but he must be used to her looking like a mess. It seemed most of her time was spent in stained clothes. Ryan entered the kitchen and smiled. His smile made her pause for a second. Ryan was a handsome man. “They asleep?” she asked, moving to the drawer to pull out knives and forks for them to eat. She watched as he nodded and moved to sit at the table. He went to sit at the side of the table. “No, no, you sit here.” Jemma pointed to the seat she’d set up at the head of the table. She noted his frown but didn’t argue. Jemma couldn’t look away as he took the seat where Simon had once sat.
