Chapter Twenty-one

"You want me to give you a list of Drew's favorite foods?" Aiden asked.

She nodded. "Yes." These past few days, Drew had been really tensed. He went out happy but came back tensed.

Sometimes he told her about what was bothering him. The product manager — which was unfortunately Maxwell — refusing to give a detailed report of the ingredients that have been in use for the past few months. Maxwell refusing to let him know when it was time for the tasting. And then there were those old codgers.

She might not have much advice to dispense. She might lack the experience that could be helpful. But she could cook. And so she would cook, offer him a platter of comfort foods. She would create a safe haven for him with her cooking.

The fact that his eyes lit up every time he found out that she cooked sealed her decision.

And so, first thing that morning she reached out to Aiden to get a list of foods Drew liked best.

Aiden was quiet for a minute, then he said, "I'll send it to you immediately."

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