The next day, Del was frowning at his notes spread on the island. He was really trying to work on the cookbook, but none of his old recipes sparked his interest.
The idea he’d originally had was to modernize good old recipes or to maybe come up with completely new ones while he was at it. He grunted in disgust at himself. Yeah, maybe he needed to pick something and stick with the goal instead of faffing about like an imbecile, damn it.
Just as he was about to rip his hair off, his doorbell rang, jolting his out of his misery.
He pulled the hair tie out of his bun and walked to the door, picking individual hairs out of the damned thing. He really needed to buy the ones that didn’t stick to and rip out his hair.
He opened the door and stared at Justin, Scarlett, and Wyatt.
“Oh, hi!” Del
