SIDE CHAPTER TWO:Cooking Catastrophe

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(QUINN'S POV)

"You're doing it wrong!" Lila's voice carried over the sound of sizzling oil as she rushed to my side.

"I'm literally following the recipe," I argued, waving the spatula at her.

"You're following it wrong," she insisted, grabbing the spatula from me and flipping the pancake with a flourish. It landed perfectly golden-brown on the other side.

I crossed my arms. "Show off."

She grinned up at me, her hair tied in a messy bun, flour smudged on her cheek. "Stick to what you're good at, Westbrook."

"And what's that?"

"Looking pretty and staying out of the kitchen."

I gasped, clutching my chest dramatically. "You wound me, Nurse Thompson."

She laughed, nudging me with her hip. "Just step aside and let the pro handle this."

"Fine," I said, backing up and leaning against the counter. "But if these pancakes are terrible, I reserve the right to make fun of you forever."

"Deal," she said confidently, flipping the last pancake onto the plate.

When we finally sat down to eat, I took one bite and groaned. "Okay, fine. These are amazing."

"Told you," she said, smirking.

I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand. "You're lucky I like you. Otherwise, I'd be way more competitive about this."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you like me, do you?"

"Don't push it," I said with a smirk of my own.

She laughed, and the sound made my chest feel lighter. Somehow, we ended up tossing strawberries at each other before breakfast was over.

From solving a case to a pancake competition.
How cute.

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