“Do you know how to peel carrots?” Frowning, he took a slow sip of beer. “Probably.” She pulled carrots out of the fridge, got a peeler, pushed them to his side of the counter. “Good, peel these.” “I thought you scraped them off with a knife.” It was her turn for pity. “Sure, if you want to take all day and make a mess out of it. You
