Chapter Two Maddox
I'm elbow-deep in lasagna prep, my third batch since we got back from the lodge, when Jones clears his throat.
"You know, at this rate, we'll be eating Italian for a month." He eyes the two pans already cooling on the counter and the mountain of grated cheese beside me. "Not that anyone's complaining, but usually you only stress-cook like this when you're prepping for an exam."