“Fuck.” I toss the food from the pot into the sink and run cold water over my burning fingers. “Okay, so plan G it is.”
“Is something on fire?”
The sound of Violeta’s voice surprises me so much that I turn around too quickly and sling the pot of water on her. “Shit.” I grab the paper towels as I throw the pot on the counter and go to her.
To my shock, she starts laughing as I try to wipe her down. “Knox Andora, you are a mess.”
Glancing around the kitchen, I see what I’ve done as a collective whole instead of just running around and trying to get things ready. Pans are piled up in the corner, flour spread out on the counter, a broken egg on the floor, and I think that’s spinach stuck to the fridge.
“Um, surprise?” I shrug sheepishly, and she laughs again. f**k, I love the sound of tha
