remember how many times they’d tried to make them growing
up and had always turned out with basically a pan scramble
because neither of them could flip the darn things without
butchering them.
“I can. I will. If that’s what you want.”
“Yes. Please. That’s what I want.” Dallas looked at
Quinn for just a fraction too long, and when she blushed
harder and darted over to the stove and fridge, Dallas knew
that it was because she realized that it wasn’t just the omelet
that she was talking about.
Chapter 19
Quinn
“That might have been the best omelet I’ve ever had in my
life,” Dallas said as she pushed her plate away.
Quinn’s table was quite tiny and she did most of her
prepping, cooking, and eating at her island. They were sitting
side by side on the white leather bar stools.
“Might have been? I need to up my omeleting skills then.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have used the word, might.”
“There’s still a maybe in there.”
“It was definitively the best omelet I’ve ever had.”
“Well, thank you,” Quinn said graciously. “I’ll take that as
a compliment.”
Obviously it was a compliment, since it certainly wasn’t an
insult. Dallas remembered how many times they used to do
this. Have the silliest banter, back and forth. They could do it
for hours. They should probably have written it down or tried
to create a script for a play, that’s how good they were. They
could have made characters for days. They never ran out of
things to say. Even after they went from bff’s to dating, it was