“Don’t you need to tune a guitar or kiss a starlet or something?”
Oh hell, why did she go there? Snarky nattering wasn’t the conversation she wanted to have with him even if he deserved it. Pettiness had never been her style and she’d made peace with her decision to put Drake Tennyson behind her and move on or at least it had been the plan. However, with the past standing in her kitchen and staring her in the eye, all those feelings of hurt and betrayal bubbled to the surface as if five years had never happened. Her eyes shifted to the worktable and she reached for the flour and then rearranged the other ingredients for the chocolate chip muffins for the third time. The recipe sat to the side with her scribbles and suggestions, but how could she concentrate when Drake stood there, looking all kinds of yummy in his work clothes, and with his dreamy eyes focused on her like she was some morsel he’d like to devour.
