Cassandra’s POVDillon and I had a lovely night together. I sat outside, on the veranda, and watched as Dillon expertly flipped the steaks on the barbeque. The scent of grilled meat wafted through the air, mingling with freshly blossomed lilacs.“I didn’t know you could cook,” I mused. He looked adorable, in an apron that said ‘GRILL MASTER” across the front and a massive spatula in one hand.“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” he smiled. Then he winked. “I actually really like cooking,” he told me. “If you can call barbequing cooking.”“I call it cooking,” I said.“Well, just you wait,” he shook the spatula at me. “I have a few more meals up my sleeve.”“You really don’t have to go through all this trouble,” I told him. “It’s not like I’m an invalid. I can look after myself.”“No, you can’t,” he said, his voice serious. “That’s why you ended up in the hospital.”Touche. He had me on that one.“All right, I just mean, you don’t have to dote on me like this,” I told him.
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