Bree’s POV
Greg has the longest face whisking the dry and wet ingredients in a bigger bowl. He grumbles occasionally, and for every damn time he frowns, the mix rewards him with an ugly spill.
“Really?” He looks at the big lump that stamps his expensive watch.
‘Lord damn it.’ I want to offer my sympathy, but I can't help but laugh.
“Bree…”
He stops midway when another slaps into his mouth! And his face, and all over him!!!
“Shit.” He dumps the bowl, almost knocking it off the kitchen counter.
In his words; it's just cooking.
“I'm glad you're having so much fun.” He sighs and starts for the door.
“Wouldn't want you to be left out…” I suck in cool air. My lungs are weak from the right laughter. “Greg…”
“I'm done.” He takes off his apron, wipes his face with it, and dumps it o
