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Margot:

Well, dang, sounds like I would love to.

Dex:

Put me in your calendar this week, I’m gonna cook for you.

Margot:

Awww. Okay **blushes**

Dex:

Sweet. It’s another date.

Margot:

You are seriously stepping up. I’m impressed.

Dex:

I didn’t know I had it in me.

Margot:

At least you’re honest.

Chapter 25

Dex

Why the hell would I lie and tell her I love to cook in my free time?

First of all, I barely have any fucking free time, and secondly, I wouldn’t know a lasagna noodle from my ass or a hole in the wall.

That analogy did not make any sense, but that’s only because I amFreaking the Fuck Out.

I feel like I mentioned to her before that I have a chef?

I stand at the counter, googling a recipe on how to make the famous Italian dish:easy way to make lasagna.

Lasagna for dummies.

How to make lasagna with basic ingredients.

“Fuck.” I’ll have to run to the grocery store or have supplies delivered because although Carrie does have the cabinets and fridge well stocked, I haven’t found any fat, flat noodles.

“Seriously. How hard could it be?” It’s just like pasta and sauce, yeah?

In a pan and shit.

“I am a grown man.”

Mostly.

Despite the fact that I am capable and smart and have been known to boil up a mean pot of spaghetti noodles, I nonetheless find Carrie in my phone and hit call.

“What’s up?” she answers after two rings, skepticism in her voice.

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