She spun around to face him, hands on hips, a look of challenge gleaming in her brown eyes. “I beg your pardon.”
“Well, let’s be honest, Steph, finding your way around a kitchen isn’t one of your strong suits.” His right brow rose for emphasis.
She tossed a dish towel at him, which he snatched out of the air in midflight. “Very funny. I’m talented in other areas,” she said with a petulant grin.
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