Skye’s P.O.V.
I stood in the kitchen, staring at the mess of ingredients in front of me, wondering how the hell things had gone so wrong so f*****g fast. I had gone grocery shopping earlier with a solid plan—a simple dinner, something I could manage without burning the house down. Chicken, vegetables, maybe some pasta on the side. Easy, right?
Wrong.
The chicken wasn’t cooking evenly, the pasta was overcooked, and somehow, I had managed to burn the vegetables somewhere along the way. I glanced at the clock, realizing I had been at this for almost an hour, and all I had to show for it was a smoke-filled kitchen and a stove that looked like a battlefield.
“Koda will never let me live this down,” I muttered under my breath, wiping my hands on a dish towel and cursing at myself, to not hav
