I Wanna Text You Up by Teagan Hunter

Author:Teagan Hunter [Hunter, Teagan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

“Please don’t be mad at me!”

Caleb pauses in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, the other holding a paper bag. “That’s never a good thing to hear.”

“I know, I know, but you have to understand, this is kind of your fault.”

“My fault?” He sniffs at the air. “What’s that smell? What did you do, Zoe?”

I hold out my hands, trying to defend myself against his words. “You’re the one who said I would be just fine on my own for ten minutes. You were right, but Caleb? You were gone for twelve.”

His eyes widen as he makes his way into the kitchen, sets the bag on the counter, and peers into the pot on the stove.

“Am I looking at what I think I’m looking at?”

“Y-Yes.”

“That’s the sauce we worked on?”

“Uh, yes. Yes it is.”

He tips his head to the side. “How?”

“Um…how?”

“Yes. How?”

“It just happened.”

Caleb barely manages to suppress a shocked laugh. “Just happened? The sauce magically conformed to the pan and turned brown?”

I nod and wiggle my fingers. “Magic.”

“Mmhmm. And the water?”

“Th-The what?”

“The water? For the noodles?”

My mouth drops open. “Oh.”

“Oh? What does ‘oh’ mean?”

“I forgot.”

His head whips toward the pot that used to hold the water for the noodles, just in time to catch smoke billowing out from underneath it.

Rushing into action, he grabs the pot and switches off the burner before a fire can catch. He takes the pot to the sink, running water over it to cool it off before refilling it and setting it on a new burner.

He points at it. “No touchy touchy.”

“But…but…” My shoulders sag in defeat. “Fine, but I didn’t catch it on fire! That’s an improvement!”

He regards me with an amused smile. “You turned our nearly done sauce brown and you boiled an entire pot of water until it was empty. Within ten”—I open my mouth to correct him and he holds a hand up—“sorry, twelve minutes. You are officially fired from cooking tonight.”

“And the cookies?”

“I said cooking. You can still bake. You’re somehow actually good at that.”

“It’s because there are directions and timers and love involved. Baking is a labor of love!”

“Okay, grandma, calm down. I’ll remake the sauce, but you need to keep your distance. I don’t know what kind of voodoo you’re up to, but there will be none of that in my kitchen.”

I hang my head, feeling a little embarrassed about my flub. “Okay, I get it, I suck.”

“You don’t suck.”

I can’t not make the comment… “Oh, but I do,” I say, winking.

He breaks out in laughter and grabs the bag he brought home, pulling out the package of breadsticks and shaking it. “Can you manage putting these on a pan?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Yes, you ass.”

“Hey, I have valid reasons for questioning your cooking skills. All I asked you to do was watch water boil and move a saucepan from one burner to another.”

“A watched pot never boils,” I mutter.

“What was that?”

“I said the water wouldn’t boil. I was watching and watching, and nothing was happening, so I turned up the heat and starting working on the cookie dough.

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