Myra McEntire Quote
I walked in without knocking. The screen door banged to a close behind me announcing my presence. I followed my nose to the kitchen and found Kaleb standing by the stove. He stirred something that smelled absolutely delicious a wooden spoon in one hand and a huge chef’s knife in the other.Are you sober? I asked from the doorway. He turned and leveled a smile at me that made me a little wobbly. I am. Good. Because if not I was going to take the deadly kitchen utensil away from you. I crossed the room and pulled myself up to sit on the counter beside the stove. A cutting board full of green peppers and two uncut stalks of celery waited for attention from the knife. Melted butter and diced onions bubbled in a sauté pan on the stove. You cook. Kaleb was so pretty I was jealous. Pretty with ripped muscles and a tattoo of a red dragon covering most of his upper body. Yes, he said. I cook. Do you usually wear a wife beater and, I pushed him back a little by his shoulder an apron that says ‘Kiss the Cook’ while you’re doing it? He leaned so close to me my heart skipped a couple of beats. I’ll wear it all the time if you’ll consider it.
I walked in without knocking. The screen door banged to a close behind me announcing my presence. I followed my nose to the kitchen and found Kaleb standing by the stove. He stirred something that smelled absolutely delicious a wooden spoon in one hand and a huge chef’s knife in the other.Are you sober? I asked from the doorway. He turned and leveled a smile at me that made me a little wobbly. I am. Good. Because if not I was going to take the deadly kitchen utensil away from you. I crossed the room and pulled myself up to sit on the counter beside the stove. A cutting board full of green peppers and two uncut stalks of celery waited for attention from the knife. Melted butter and diced onions bubbled in a sauté pan on the stove. You cook. Kaleb was so pretty I was jealous. Pretty with ripped muscles and a tattoo of a red dragon covering most of his upper body. Yes, he said. I cook. Do you usually wear a wife beater and, I pushed him back a little by his shoulder an apron that says ‘Kiss the Cook’ while you’re doing it? He leaned so close to me my heart skipped a couple of beats. I’ll wear it all the time if you’ll consider it.