“I figured we could start over. Wipe the slate clean, as it were.” “You decided to wipe the slate clean by making the kitchen incredibly messy?” She might have called the playful quirk of his lips shy if she didn’t know better. “I don’t actually have a ton of gastronomic experience. I thought breakfast for dinner would be easy.” She dabbed at the raw egg dribbling down the front of her apron with a wet paper towel. “I may have miscalculated.”
