-Claire’s P.O.V-
I sit down on the stool of the kitchen, letting my head fall on the table. It has been a longer day than expected. My eyes start closing…
“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet,” Landon says, nearly whacking me with his spoon. I wake up with a start. “You said you wanted to be my taste tester while I cooked.”
“I know,” I mumble, “why did you have to cook so late, though?”
“Jake wants to train tomorrow,” He explains, lifting a spoon to my mouth, prompting me to open. I do, tasting the lemon meringue with relish. “So, I probably will be busy. Is that any good?”
I nod, closing my eyes in utter bliss. “That’s amazing.”
Landon grins, going back to his filling preparation. The site of him in an apron is almost comical. “Did you have any luck taking him to the infirmary
