"I'm no pro on marriage," Brian said, "The only thing I really know is that Khaat's husband is an idiot. I didn't like him the night I met him. Bloody oaf. I met him the night she had Abbey, and he couldn'tt muster up enough courage to be with her through the first labor pain. The minute he looked at his daughter he passed clean out on the floor. He never did come back to be with her--ever. I don't get him. She's a beautiful, smart, courageous woman. Any man would be lucky to have her...." He stopped himself, thinking,' except me.' He just was not ever going to allow himself to see himself with any woman, let alone Khaat. If there ever were a woman who could tolerate his lifestyle and all its risks, it would be her. Still, he did not want to allow Khaat and himself to get attached and for something to happen, God forbid, and Khaat and Abbey be alone.
"I think I'll grill some steaks," Brian changed his thoughts deliberately. "I know a dry rub that I learned from a friend of mine who is a chef in Santa Fe. It's one of my favorites. I haven't made it in a very long time, but I do know that Khaat really likes it. What do you two think? Steak, roasted vegetables, parmesan risotto? I'm getting a lot of practice cooking with Khaat's workschedule. She's turning me into a kind of a househusband."