Wolfe's POV.

The kitchen looked like a battlefield. Pots and pans were strewn across the counters, and flour dusted every surface like a fresh snowfall. I stood in the center of the mess I'd made, trying to remember if the recipe called for two eggs or three.

“I’ll surprise you.” I had texted Makenna, the words typed without a second thought. And when she replied that she was looking forward to it, I realized I had no idea what I was doing. I was at a loss for what to ...