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Alex had made me coffee. He’d actually made me coffee while I took a shower, and not only that, now he was standing at the kitchen counter with a knife in his hand. Instinct made me reach for the blade I’d slipped into my bra, but when he turned, I froze with my hand halfway to my chest. He was…cooking? There was a frying pan on the stove and a pile of fresh fruit on the chopping board in front of him. Well, this was weird. In my old world, equal opportunities had extended to the battlefield but not quite as far as the kitchen.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought you might be hungry.”
Ravenous, but I’d planned to take a sandwich and a banana to the Craft Cabin when I went to relieve Bradley. I’d spoken to Brooke as soon as I got back home, and she’d assured me everything was fine
