Bertinelli Family

Chapter 30- Kosatec

Riley's POV

"When is your dad coming home?" 

 "Will you calm down Ashley, you have no reason to be afraid of my family." I tried to reason with him. 

"Yeah, I have no reason yet. What happens when they come home and see us here alone? They could steal my organs and wrap them around a Christmas tree." He starts to get fidgety running his hands through his hair. 

"Why a Christmas tree?"

"Is that all you got out of that?"

"No, but you do realize that the first time they saw you I was climbing on you to keep you from running." I look at him as he blushes. "How cute." I pinch his cheek and laugh when he slaps my hand away. 

"Did you invite me over just to insult me?"

"No, I also wanted to bake."

"Bake?"

"Yes, the process of putting food in an oven to make it edible, usually a sweet food." I slowed down my words so he could understand. 

"You're so funny. What are we gonna bake?"

"I was thinking of Canelés de Bordeaux." 

"What is canale de border?"

"It's a french pastry with a custard-like center."

"And you know how to make this?" He looks like I made it up. 

"Yes, I know how to make it. It's delicious. Hurry up let's go." I go to the kitchen hearing him following behind me. 

"Milk, butter, eggs, sugar, flour, vanilla, and what is it? Oh yeah, rum." Yes, I am talking to myself while grabbing the ingredients and preheating the oven. 

"Do you think my family has a liquor cabinet around here?" I look over to Ashton who shrugs. "I'll just call Dad."

"Riley, you okay?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if we had rum."

"Why?"

"I'm baking."

"Umm, there's a liquor cabinet in my office. Only use the rum if anything else is missing I will know about it." He scolds me over the phone.

"Yeah okay sure." I hang up on him and leave Ashton in the kitchen. I walk into his office and find the cabinet and search for some rum. 

I go back into the kitchen shaking the bottle around like it's a party. 

"I'm not drinking with you, Riley."

"Party pooper." I fake pout to him as he looks alarmed. "It's for the desert, not us." I set it down on the counter near my other ingredients. 

I start mixing everything together as Ashton sits and stares at me. 

"You know you could help me."

"How could I help you I can't even pronounce the name."  

I roll my eyes and drag him over with me. I hand him a spatula and point to the saucepan. He starts mixing it incorrectly. I grab his hand and move it around correctly. 

With it mixed together, I hip-bump him out of the way and take the saucepan off the heat. I grab a bowl and start pouring ingredients into it. The eggs are near Ashton so I slide in front of him and grab them. 

"Can you hand me a fork?" I ask him as he is in the way of the silverware drawer. 

"Here you go." 

"Great now you gently mix it. Gently mister." Why not make him do all the work? He takes the fork and sets it on the counter. He reaches for his hoodie and takes it off.