Nolan

“I’m simply glad you’re okay, and there wasn’t an excessive amount of injury,” Allie stated, letting out a sigh.

I nodded briefly as I continued to cut the cucumbers on the slicing board for the salad I used to be making. Whereas I most likely ought to have been extra pissed at Dawson than I used to be, part of me was numb to folks blowing up at me on the telephone as I handled indignant shoppers on the day by day. And to be honest, till lately, I’d endured Dawson’s unappreciative customer support gripes for the final two years. Dawson yelling at me didn’t section me anymore.

However what actually did me in was listening to his voice shake when he claimed it was his life, and he was in management. He appeared like me, or the me I used to be earlier than all of this—no matter this was—occurred.

I hated disruption, dysfunction. I prided myself on at all times doing what was proper, retaining to the established order, and retaining my nostril down. I favored routine higher than anybody, and I understood feeling helpless when issues have been out of my management.

It was simply barely twenty-four hours since I’d felt that approach, since I’d wakened in the course of a literal fireplace and Dawson had come to my rescue with s’mores and candy whispers of eager to maintain me. So, as an alternative of rising to his anger, as an alternative of feeding into his want to regulate the scenario, I did the one factor I may consider to do.

I attempted to maintain him. Which for me, meant making my calls on the Bradish declare in between submitting my very own, and hitting the market to seize some stuff to make dinner.

I wasn’t silly, I knew given the scenario, I’d most likely be gone afterward, taking over residence on the Paradise till my condominium was prepared for me to inhabit it once more. So, on the very least, it was a thanks. I’d most likely overstayed my welcome, anyway.

I sprinkled the cucumber wedges within the salad bowls as Allie continued.

“Nonetheless although, it’s important to admit it’s form of ironic that Mr. March got here to your rescue like some knight in shining armor. I imply, you may’t make that form of stuff up. It’s like, Hallmark materials.”

“It could be Hallmark materials if it ended fortunately ever after, however we each know that’s not occurring.”

“And why not?” Allie pressed. “I’d kill to have a sizzling man make me dinner once I’ve had a shit day.”

I tossed the slicing board and knife within the sink as I turned to her.

Her eyes sparkled even by means of Facetime, her lips smirking with smugness.

“As a result of that will imply I really did one thing proper for as soon as,” I grumbled because the timer went off for the pasta.

“You don’t give your self sufficient credit score, Nolan. You’re a rattling gem, and one argument doesn’t imply you’re toast. If Dawson has any brains, he’ll be groveling after tasting your rattling cooking. What are you making anyway?” she stated as she tried to look round me.

I emptied the pasta into the strainer. “Rooster Alfredo and salad. Not precisely fancy, however…”

The sound of the door unlocking alerted me, and Allie’s eyes widened.

“Fuck, I gotta go, Allie. I’ll name you later,” I stated, and I hung up rapidly. It wasn’t like I used to be embarrassed or something, however some issues I favored to maintain to myself. And Allie was a kind of issues. We’d been associates since highschool, and she or he was the closest factor I needed to a sister. I advised her all the pieces, and I imply all the pieces. One thing my exes didn’t significantly take care of.

I’d simply added the cooked pasta to the sauce pot as Dawson walked by means of the door.

“I didn’t suppose you’d be right here,” Dawson stated, his total physique freezing upon the sight of me.

“Anticipating another person?” I growled, somewhat harsher than I’d meant to. I tossed the pasta within the pot, ensuring it was coated effectively with sauce.

Dawson set free a sigh. “No, I simply…”

“Sit down,” I stated briskly as I set the bowls out. Part of me nervous Dawson may discover my exploration of his kitchen cupboards invasive, however I hoped the scent of overpowering parmesan and bacon distracted him from the very fact I’d gone by means of his stuff.

I had a very good cause although…

I braced myself for an argument. In spite of everything, final I’d spoken to him he’d been fairly upset, and Dawson wasn’t the sort to take instructions and not using a little rebuttal. I’d seen him across the firehouse. True to what he’d claimed earlier, he was normally the one in cost, telling others what to do.

So, when he did as I requested with out query, sitting his ass on his barstool, eyes huge and centered on me like a child in a sweet retailer, I couldn’t assist however be stunned.

And possibly somewhat smug. So sue me.

“Did you really make all this from scratch?” Dawson requested rigorously.

I set the bowls of salad and pasta in entrance of him earlier than sliding him a fork.

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