“What are the chances of me finding some ice cream in one
of these?”Dara stood in the
middle of Wyndemere’s kitchen and let her gaze sweep over the five large steel
refrigerators.
“Quite high,” Stefan replied.“Mrs. Landsbury is required at all times to have on hand
any edible that might be requested by Nikolas or myself.”
Though Dara knew that he was serious, she could not prevent
her disbelieving protest.“You
have got to be kidding!”She
quickly raised a hand.“Never
mind.I know that you aren’t.Would you just point me to the ice cream, please?”
“I do not know.”Stefan
met Dara’s gaze.“The kitchen
is Mrs. Landsbury’s domain.I
leave it in her capable hands.”
Exasperated, Dara began to check each gleaming refrigerator.The first was stocked with what seemed like every type of fruit known to
man.The fragrant aroma of fresh
pineapple filled her nostrils and she inhaled deeply.
The second was filled with various cuts of fresh meat, all
individually wrapped and labeled.Raw
as it was, it could not be kept more than a day or so.Idly Dara wondered what possible need the Cassadines could have had for
such a large quantity of fresh meat.
In the third refrigerator she located a virtual cornucopia
of the frozen delight she sought.“Praline
pecan!” she crowed, showing the container to an amused Stefan.“Better than I had dared to hope.Now all I need is a bowl.”
Stefan’s silence was telling.He was not going to be any help in that department.Dara shook her head.“If I
were alone at home, I wouldn’t bother with a bowl,” she mused.
“You are
at home,” Stefan corrected her, rising from his seat.He pulled open a nearby drawer filled with highly polished
silverware and withdrew a spoon.“Please,
indulge yourself.”
