Doreen, enchanted by Roscoe's charm, ventured a suggestion tinged with a mix of shyness and excitement, “Why don't we share one pot of Shrimp and Grits?"

The proposition hinted at a closeness that seemed too bold for two people who had just met.

Nicole, stealing a glance at Roscoe, found her vision slightly obscured by the steam rising from the dish, rendering Roscoe's expression unreadable.

Without any objection from Roscoe, Doreen took his silence as agreement and happily ordered the Shrimp and Grits.

Noticing Nicole hadn't dug in yet, Doreen said with a radiant smile, “Please dig in. Don't mind us."

Nicole felt a pang of discomfort at the inclusionary us", unable to muster even a polite smile in response.

She understood the connections at play here. Doreen was Jarrod's cousin's daughter.

Jarrod had always felt a deep sense of gratitude toward his cousin for the support during his times of need.

The partnership between the cousin's company and Jarrod's had proven to be mutually beneficial, propelling their business ventures to greater success.

Doreen, being the cherished only child of her family, was accustomed to a certain level of indulgence, which explained her confident demeanor.

Nicole harbored reservations about Roscoe's interactions with the Schultz family, uncertain of Roscoe's intentions and future plans.

The possibility of Roscoe acting for her sake troubled her greatly.

The meal had yet to commence when Jarrod suddenly took Nicole's hand in his, laying their intertwined fingers on the table.

His hold was firm, Nicole's skin warming under the strength of his grasp.

Attempting to free herself only resulted in Jarrod tightening his grip, causing Nicole discomfort and a faint expression of pain to cross her face.

Yet, Jarrod's demeanor remained detached as he posed the question.

“Why don't you eat? Do you want me to feed you?"

Doreen couldn't contain her excitement, her smile broadening. "Jarrod, this side of you is new to me. So commanding..."

Jarrod, without lifting his gaze, addressed Nicole softly, reminiscing, “You used to prepare meals for me. While this dish might not match up to yours, it's the best I could find. I frequented this place often in your absence."

His words dripped with affection, painting the picture of a man deeply in love.