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down and waited for a lecture on safe driving. Instead, she got
a simple 'oh” and dragged into the kitchen by her hand.
    “In
that case, good job! Those were some impressive donuts!” Gwen
praised her. Morgan giggled again, then looked behind her toward
Tyler who was trying to hide a smirk. He shrugged his shoulders and
walked toward the living room to say hi to Uncle Matt.
    Back
in the kitchen, Gwen was laying out kitchen utensils like someone
planning murder...by spatulas. Oh shit. She expects me to cook. “Okay, Morgan, you start the eggs and bacon, I'll work on
the pancakes,” Gwen rattled off, passing a carton of eggs her
way, then walked to the opposite side of the kitchen.
    When
the older woman wasn't looking, Morgan raised her arms above her head
to get her clients attention. Gwen turned around and Morgan turned
her flailing into an awkward stretch, then when it was safe, she put
her arms back in motion. Finally, Tyler looked. In her best silence
speech, she mouthed the words I CAN'T COOK. The gorgeous man hid
another smile behind his hands and shook his head slowly. The look he
gave her was one that said 'this is going to be good.' Morgan gave
him the middle finger and put it down just in time for the recipients
mother to miss seeing it.
    Okay.
Finlay made omelettes...I can make omelettes. That's easy, right? She
racked her brain to remember how it had been done. When she thought
she had it right, she reminded herself that she had made some killer
food with Aiden, so some eggs couldn't possibly bring her down.
    She
looked nervously around the room and found a bowl. Then, one by one,
she slowly cracked the dozen eggs inside. After a quick search, she
found her ingredients, including cheese, onions and peppers, then
mixed it all together. The girl had no idea what setting to put the
stove on, but she used the same theory as her clothing. I can
always turn it up, but I can't take it back once it's burned.
    After
she got her first serving going in the pan, Morgan grabbed the
package of bacon and waited until Gwen disappeared into the pantry
again before she read the instructions on the back. Yes, I can
make it in the microwave! The blonde girl felt like she had
scored a point on the breakfast board. Morgan-1, Bacon-0. She
grabbed a plate, plopped the whole stack of bacon on top of it and
slid it into the microwave, but before she could press start, Gwen
stopped her.
    “Morgan,
dear, no!” Morgan jumped back as if the microwave were
spontaneously combustible, but then she realized the woman was
referring to the bacon. “You don't cook, do you?” Gwen
took the plate out of the microwave, then grabbed a pan from
underneath the sink and set it on the stove.
    Morgan
looked to her client for support, but none would be offered. He was
gabbing away about Oswald. “I...uhm...well...” Did he
tell her that I can cook? Has he mentioned it at all? Shit. “I'd
love it if you showed me how you do it. Your dinner was absolutely
amazing, I need all your secrets!” There. I'm off the hook.
    Gwen
smiled widely at the compliment. Any woman loved the opportunity to
show off her cooking skills, so that's what she did. Morgan watched
intently as the woman cooked the bacon, managed the eggs, flipped the
pancakes and even made biscuits and gravy from the bacon grease.
Morgan wondered where all of the people were that were supposed to
eat the massive amount of food, but remembered that the men had eaten
enough for five each. The young girl actually learned a lot from the
cooking lesson, and she hoped that one day, she would be able to cook
for a family of her own.
    She
moved around the kitchen, mostly moving out of the way, as Gwen
finished setting the table. It was amazing to see how easy she made
it look, preparing so much for her family, and Morgan once again had
a pang of desire for people of her own. Okay, maybe I'll never
cook like her. Everything looked perfect and the older woman
called everyone to the table once