Farrah couldn’t believe Darren hadn’t kissed her after she’d told him she wanted a second chance with him. If Jim and Corey were to be believed, he’d been nothing but grumpy and moody since their break-up. Heck, she’d seen evidence of that herself.
But he’d only nodded, and she’d put the recipe on the kitchen counter. She’d then retreated to the safety of the living room. Too much heat stood in the kitchen, and none of it came from the boiling pot of water on the stove or the four-hundred-degree oven.
Darren worked methodically, which was a nice way for Farrah to say slow. But he got a meatloaf put together and in the oven before turning his attention to the potatoes. He’d just made those a couple of nights ago, but she still heard him muttering as he peeled.
slowShe hated peeling potat
