"Where'd you learn to cook ma'am?" one of the older ones asked.
"I had an Aunt that taught me how, and I loved finding new recipes. The Mayor's cook gave me a lot of them, so I learned to cook many different things." She told them.
"The Mayor's cook? How'd you get to know her?"
"I just went up to her and introduced myself after tasting one of her specialties. She was very friendly and showed me a few tricks of the trade."
"This is a fine a meal as I've had in years, ma'am." George grinned at her.
"I'm glad you like it. Hope I made enough for everyone. It might take me some time to gauge how much you men will eat, but I'll get used to it."
George smiled at her, "Sometimes we are out on the range during noon time, if we had some extra biscuits and bacon, that'd be nice."
"I'll see to it, I'll make extra every morning and you can take them with you, today I'll bring them out to you, it will give me a chance to see more of the country here. Thanks for letting me know."
Lance came in and saw all his men gathered around the table and got a look at the biscuits. "Well, what do you men think of her cooking?"
"She's a keeper, boss," one of the young ones blurted as he stirred his biscuit in the gravy.
George nodded, "Look at those biscuits, light as a feather."
"I'm glad you like it, she enjoys cooking." Lance told them. He poured himself some coffee, and Lance gave his men all instructions on where he wanted them working for the day and after they finished, they all scattered. He had some one mending fences, some on checking salt rocks and the rest on branding.
When the men finished, they got up from the table, thanked her for a wonderful meal and headed out the door.
Lance shot Trudy a glance, "Well, they seemed very impressed. And the coffee is very good."
"I'm glad they liked it. I told you I was a good cook."
"You sure did." He walked by her, stopped, turned around and kissed her sweetly on the lips. "Mornin' darlin'."
"That was wasted, we don't have an audience," she said quite breathlessly.
"I guess I should warn you, my dad used to kiss my mother good morning every day. Mom said it made her day."
She smiled shyly, "Sounds like they were a happy couple."
"No reason we can't be happy, is there?" he whispered then shot her a sexy grin.
"No, I guess not." She smiled. "At least until Priscilla comes, then I might suggest we stop trying to impress each other."
"Are you trying to impress me?"
She blushed, "With the cooking."
He grinned, shook his head and glanced over his shoulder as he helped himself to biscuits and bacon, "I don't know, but you sure got a sweet way of responding every time I kiss you."
"I'm sorry, I didn't even realize." She blushed.
"Don't be sorry darlin', it makes me happy too." He sm
iled.
"Do you think you'll hear form her soon?"
"Priscilla?" he scrunched up his nose.
"Yes."