Gwen tied an apron around her waist, her body’s cue to stop flirting and get to work. Flirting with Teagan was a lot of fun, though, as he seemed to lose his train of thought really easily.
“So,” she said, exhaling as she started unboxing the unsalted butter. “Have you dated a lot since your marriage ended?”
Teagan made a choking noise, and she turned in time to see him drop the bundle of celery in his arms. He carried at least half a dozen vegetables, and he stepped over to the island and dumped them there.
“I suppose—no. Not much.”
Gwen nodded at him and turned to survey his cabinets. “Do you have a stand mixer? If not, it’s—”
“Right here.” Teagan practically tripped over his own feet to get to a cupboard directly in front of her. He bent and opened it, pulling out the mixer she’d r
