“Any allergies? I should have checked before I started.” I walk up behind him to steal a strip of bacon resting on the paper towels. “No allergies. And I love food. I didn’t get this ass from eating celery.” He scowls at me over his shoulder, frying pan in one hand, spatula in another. “You’re lucky my hands are full or I’d spank you for that kind of shitty self-talk, Addison.”
