Sara
I was disappointed at first that Jaxon had to leave. The dinner he had prepared for us smelled delicious,and it would have been wonderful to spend a quiet, relaxing evening together. However, as usual, life had other plans for us. Jaxon was right, I didn't want to spend the evening alone, so I called Lauren, and she came right over.
"This food is incredible!" Lauren exclaimed, taking a bite of Jaxon's truffle risotto. "I have two questions for you: does Jaxon cook like this for you every night? And if so, does he have a brother?"
I laughed in response to both of her queries.
"No brother, and sadly, no on the food either," I told her, digging into my own baked chicken. "It's just as well on that latter, really. If he did, I would probably gain about a million pounds!"
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