I’m hopeless when it comes to cooking.” Cope stared at me for a long moment. “Sutton, your baked goods are some of the best things I’ve ever tasted.” “I’m good at baking,” I corrected him. “That is like night and day from cooking. Figuring out the right measurements and flavors in baking just makes sense to me. Cooking? I’m all thumbs.” Cope shifted closer—so close we were almost touching. Close enough that I could just catch flickers of mint and sage. “Sounds like we make a pretty good team,” he rasped. “Dinner and dessert. Salty and sweet.” Oh, hell.
