“I…” She hesitated, shrugged a shoulder and started again. “I can cook if you have something in the kitchen.” She said.

Scott burst into laughter. “You can cook?” Dubious, he scanned her beautiful hair, gown and shoes. “In that? Impossible!”

Jennifer snorted. “You’re not starting off this truce thing well. And yes, I can cook.”

If he hadn’t been watching her so closely, he might’ve missed the flash of insecurity that was there and gone in an instant.

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