Page 41 of Fractured
Then I rummaged through the fridge and pulled out the package of sausage, a bell pepper, an onion, and a pack of mushrooms, then set them on my counter.
I grabbed a cutting board and a knife and started chopping.
I had just finished adding oil to the pan, turning it on medium, and tossed the bell pepper in the pan when there was a knock on my door.
I went to it, checked the peephole, and sighed.
Carter was standing there.
I opened it, lifted a brow, then looked at what he had on, and snickered, then I giggled, then I started laughing.
Because standing there in a pair of hot pink tights, a pink tank-top, a pink tutu, and holding a bouquet of wildflowers was Carter.
“I’m sorry. I mean it, Talia.” He said as he handed me the flowers.
Then I giggled again, “How do your nuts feel?”
He snorted, “Like they’re being squeezed to death, and not by Harlee.
I laughed, “Okay, thank you.”
He winked, then he pressed a kiss on the top of my head.
I closed the door, carried the flowers to the kitchen, and placed them in a vase. Then I added the onions and the mushrooms and allowed them to cook down.
I pulled my phone out.
Badass Chicks Text Thread
Me – Carter is forgiven.
Harlee –*snicker*You should have seen his face in the mall.
I added the sausage, then started the water to boil the noodles, and added salt to it.
Tonight, I was eating a mockup Cajun Pasta dish, one of my favorites.
As soon as the veggies and the meat were done, I added the heavy whipping cream and a dash of beef broth, and I let it cook until the sauce was hot enough.
Then I added a handful of Parmesan cheese to it.
Once it was all melted, I drained the noodles and then plated my food.
I sprinkled a little parsley on top and smiled.
I also pulled the garlic bread out of the oven a few minutes ago.
The moment I set my plate down on my table, there was a knock on my door
I headed to it and saw it was Garrick.
He was covered in grease, as he said, “I just worked on a fucking Tesla truck. Forgive me. Now.”
I snorted because Garrick thought that Tesla trucks were the devil, and he didn’t like them; he loathed them, to be exact.
I nodded, then he winked and left.
Back to the text thread I shared with the girls.
