An hour later, Cordelia was perched on a stool in the kitchen, drinking a glass of white wine and watching Hunter stir-fry some shrimp. It smelled incredible.
“So,” he said as he chopped up some leeks. “Is everything OK at home? With Sean?”
“Yes. Mom has everything under control.”
“She helps a lot, huh?”
“Oh, God, that’s an understatement. I’d never manage without her.”
Sully nodded, started chopping some celery. “She lives with you?”
“No. No, she wanted to but I put my foot down.” Cordelia hesitated. “She’s quite a – a forceful personality and if she lived with us, it’d be hard for us to get along.”
“Let me guess. She’d want to mother you, and you’d revert back to childhood squabbles and sulking.”
“You got it.” She took a sip of wine. “You know something about this?”
“A bit. My D
