Born to be Cocky

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Jasmine's P.O.V.

"How did I know that you would talk me into something like this?" Dean asked gesturing down to his frilly pink apron. 

"I said that I would cook for you, no one said anything about you not helping." I giggled as I put the potatoes in the oven. 

"And what exactly am I helping with?" He asked looking at the counter and all the objects in front of him. 

"Season the steaks, silly." I giggled pointing to the spices and steak in front of him. "Just put everything I have on the counter on the steak." 

"Okay..." Dean and Danny said together eyeing the stuff in front of them. 

"Amie, will you work on the salad while I work on the green beans?" I asked raising an eybrow at the girl next to me. 

"Sure. Easy enough." Amie said turning away from me to get into the fridge. 

Across from me Dean shrugged and started picking up the spices I had lay out for him. I watched as he eyed the spices warily and chuckled when he decided to sniff the cayenne pepper, causing him to sneeze loudly. 

"Smart." I said simply, shaking my head at him. I moved over to the counter next to the stove and started making the pie crust. After guessing how much four and shortening was required I began kneading the dough in my hands. 

"Are you really making apple pie?" Danny asked as he cut up some lettuce next to Amie. 

"That's what you asked for, right?" I asked back. 

"Yeah, but what is that?" Dean answered me eying the goup that was the pie dough. 

"The crust." I heard Amie chuckle behind me. 

"Pie crust." 

"Oh," was his response. 

I turned my attention to rolling out the dough, trying to ignore Dean coming closer to me. I guess he gave up on the steaks... 

"So...who taught you to cook?" Dean whispered into my ear, causing a shiver to run though me. 

"My mom. As she says, 'You can't support your pack without food.'...I didn't think it would come in handy really..." I said turning to the sink to wash my hands. 

"Hmm..." 

"Isn't there any women around your pack?" I asked beginning to cut up an apple. 

"Not in the pack house. Few of us have mates...but truthfully, none of them can really cook..." Dean said shyly. 

"Really?" I asked shocked. How could no one know how to cook? 

"Well, we kind of have a small pack..." 

"How small?" I really was curious. My pack at home was huge! Hell, the teenagers alone took up a whole high school. 

"Um...Right now we have...Let me see, me and Danny, our uncle and..." Dean trailed off. 

"And?" I added the apples, butter, sugar and cinnamon into a bowl together. 

"Okay, I lied." Dean looked down at his hands, his tan face blushing cutely. "It's just us..." 

I immeately stopped what I was doing and looked at him. "So your pack is only you three? What happened to everyone else?" How could their pack be so small? There had to be more people...