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Unless, of course, you consider being dangerously distracted an emergency.
I've always loved the discipline of cooking. After a long day at the drafting table, nothing provides me a better release than following someone else's detailed instructions.
Well, almost nothing.
If I hadn't been contemplating that other release—with a certain sexy stylist—I probably would've remembered to add the flour to my dry ingredients.
Forcing the smoke toward the open windows in a maniacal dance involving two huge cookie sheets, I thank Christ my co-workers can't see me right now.
Especially the huge fucking grin plastered across my face.
A/N: A note regarding yesterday's leap in time- Sorry for the confusing fast forward to Edward preparing his dinner. In the drabble format, it's sometimes hard to manage time! You should always be able to tell whose POV we're reading by the symbol around the chapter number (until I make a mistake, that is!).
And one more fun fact- I thought I "invented" the Pisa lounger (it leans, get it?) but apparently there are actual furniture designers who also have a warped sense of humor. Go figure! And as Soph Drea pointed out yesterday, there is actually a beauty salon chair by the same name! I love a happy coincidence, and thanks for enlightening me! XXX ~BOH