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"You’re beating the eggs all wrong," Harper snaps at Kent. "It says beat, not probe the spoon around like you’re poking a dead body. Clearly, someone failed anatomy; get your hands in there."
"I know anatomy just fine. I'll prove it to you later, and I'll shove my hand 'in there,' too." Kent nudges his eyes towards her body.
Harper grabs the spoon from him and the bowl then tries to beat the eggs. Kent smacks her ass. She lets out a squeak, but she smiles. It’s wide and…oh my! She’s in love.
I want to jump, but I keep my feet planted on the ground.
Julian clears his throat.
Kent and Harper look up. "Shit!" Harper replies, "Julian, it's not ready yet!" She grabs the cupcake pan and starts shoving the batter inside, totally forgoing the cupcake liners, but I don’t have the heart to tell her. We’re going to have to peel them out with spoons because I know she didn’t spray the pan with non-stick spray, either. Watching Harper in the kitchen is like watching a child finger-paint for the first time. It doesn’t make sense, but you're so proud you hang it up.
Kent dips his finger into the bowl, then licks it clean.
"Stop," Harper growls at him as she swats his ass.
"I’m hungry. We worked up an appetite. I can’t just fuck all day and not eat, woman. I need food."
Harper glances at me. Her eyes secretly said, 'I was going to tell you.'
I smile. I’m happy, so, so happy for her.
She finishes filling the pan and then puts it in the oven. Then she begins to walk towards me. "You gotta close the oven door, girlie," I whisper.
"Oh," she shrugs, then turns and kicks the door closed. It bangs so hard I'm shocked the glass door didn't shatter.
"Watch it," Julian chides.
"That was so sexy, Siren," Kent mutters.
"Stop calling me that," Harper rolls her eyes. She opens her arms and hugs me. "We’re baking."
"I can see that," I laugh, "Why?"
"I wanted to make you something special. I know your skills are that of a child in the kitchen, but you can bake those box cupcakes so well. I thought it would be easy," she wipes the back of her forehead, "It’s exhausting."
“I know,” I grin as I reach up to wipe flour off her cheek.
"Is that an egg on my wall?" Julian asks. He still hasn’t moved from the entryway. The kitchen is a shocking sight to behold.
"Yeah. Kent pissed me off. He’ll clean it up." Harper admits.
I look at the mess on the floor, "If you had a box that’s basically pre-made, then why do you have a bag of flour?"
"Well, I tried to make it from scratch. I wanted to do something next-level and all," she glances down, but her cheeks start to grow rosy.
"How did it get on the floor? Let me guess, Kent annoyed you.” I say.
She bites her lip, "Something like that."
I’ve seen that look. Guilty as charged. I lean closer, "Did you…please tell me you didn’t…in the kitchen!" I'm going to have to bleach the countertops.
She looks over her shoulder. Julian is laying into Kent, who is laughing, and then she grins. "We avoided the countertops. I might be wild, but I’m not a filthy animal. You can have spontaneous sex while avoiding the countertops."
“Oh my god, Harper! Stop! I don’t want to know.” I cover my ears.
She tugs at my hands.“Yes, you do. Let’s just say it’s mind-blowing. Hopefully, Julian got the same genes as Kent.”
“Please stop.” I try to avoid this subject.“Did you set a timer?”
