“Uh, Mia? Is it supposed to do that?” Hayden asked warily.
I set my text book down on the coffee table and walked to the kitchen where Hayden had graciously offered to cook supper so that I could study.
Only problem was, I really should have checked if Hayden knew how to actually cook anything that wasn’t toast.
I stopped behind him c*****g my head as I looked into the pot.
“Hayden, why is it yellow?” I questioned him.
He wiped his hands on the ‘kiss the cook’ apron he wore.
He then turned back to check the recipe he had written. “I don’t know… maybe it’s the turmeric?”
“What the hell is that smell?” Scott walked into the kitchen heading straight for the refrigerator.
“Chicken stew.” Hayden responded weakly.
Scott took out a beer and stared at Hayden in confusion before coming clo
