They’d unloaded Tanya’s few belongings in the little log cabin, and then driven into Dodge City to buy some things to help feminize the place. They’d also picked up groceries. Mandy had wanted to smooth over some rough edges with her brother by cooking for him. The smells swirling around the kitchen almost made Tanya’s mouth water. Almost. She couldn’t get past the idea of beef parts swimming around in all that mix of vegetables and broth. Mandy turned her way and shook her head in amusement. “These men—including my brother—work hard. They need sustenance, lots of it. Good thing cooking for him isn’t part of your job description.” “I’m a good cook,” Tanya protested, pinching off a piece of rice cake to nibble on. “I’d hardly call warming up pre-cooked vegetarian dishes in the microwave cooking. Certainly Drew wouldn’t.” Mandy’s cell phone rang and she dashed across the room to answer it, saying, “Drew should be coming in any minute now. Can you get the cornbread out of the oven?
