Melissa Senate - Rust Creek Falls Cinderella

Not that he wanted to think of her with any guy.

Oh hell. He needed to go find a Vanessa type and forget about this green-eyed, freckled, curveless chef who had him all discombobulated. Yes. That was what he needed. An airhead who wouldn’t make him think, wouldn’t challenge him, wouldn’t stab a dagger through his chest.

“Appreciate the lesson,” he said. “The Crawfords might not be ready for tofu, but I might surprise them one day.”

“So how do you want to schedule the cooking lesson?” she asked, stirring the pan.

“Let me check my calendar,” he said. “I’m pretty busy right now. In fact, I’d better get going. Later, buddy.”

He didn’t miss her face falling.

Buddy .

Cripes, Xander. You always go that step too far. Why had he added that unnecessary zinger?

Because now they both knew—for sure. They were friends. That was it.

He smiled awkwardly and then headed out the kitchen door as if the place were on fire.

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