"You won't survive it." She said and I smiled and kept chopping.
Every few minutes, somebody wandered into the kitchen, stole something from a plate, and disappeared again. The first culprit was Mason.
"Don't touch that." Emma warned.
"I wasn't." Mason said.
"You were literally touching it." Emma said.
"I was checking it." Mason said.
"You were eating it." Emma said and Mason looked at me.
"See what I deal with?" Mason asked and I nodded solemnly.
"Tragic." I said as he grabbed another piece and Emma smacked his hand.
"Out." Emma ordered and he laughed and escaped.
I couldn't remember the last time I had spent a Sunday like this. There was no pressure to be anywhere else, no reason to keep my guard up, and no expectation that I needed to prove myself.
I was just cooking dinner.
