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Fucking idiot.
What did it matter if she got him dirty? There was no one here to yell at him. Or worse, give him the silent treatment. No one here cared if he was dirty or used the wrong fucking fork or knife.
But instead of reaching for her, he just nodded with a stiff smile. “You are welcome.”
“Now, you stay out of my kitchen. Understand?” She wriggled a finger at him.
“I wouldn’t dare come in until you tell me.”
With a grin, she turned and ran off. The bottle of sunscreen was still pressed to her chest.
“No running inside,” Ian barked.
Jameson was pretty certain that her running inside was the least of their worries.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked.
“Why? Because dinner is likely to be undercooked and give us food poisoning?” Jack asked.
“How much can you mess up sausages?” Ian asked, looking doubtful. “I’m sure it will be fine.”
Hmm. Jameson wasn’t so sure as he heard another crash.
“I have to go in.” Ian jumped to his feet, but Jack got up to block his way.
“You know you can’t,” he told Ian. “Sit back down.”
Suddenly, there was a shrill sound. An alarm.
Jack was the first to leave the room. Ian followed, then Jameson.
Upon entering the kitchen, they discovered it filled with smoke. The smoke alarm was going nuts, but Jameson ignored it as he searched for Maggie.
“Oh no! My cake! The potatoes!” she cried out as she reached for a pot on the stove. The same pot that was smoking.
“Stop!” Ian yelled. “Don’t touch it.”
Jameson reached her just in time, pulling her away from the pot. He stood on something squishy. What the heck was on the floor?
“My cake,” she moaned, staring down at the floor as Ian grabbed the pot and took it outside. Jack opened the doors and windows and turned the alarm off.
“Maggie,” he said hesitantly as she pulled out of his arms.
Was she crying?
“Maggie, don’t cry. It’s all right,” he said soothingly.
Ian walked back in. “The potatoes are burned. Shit. Was that the cake?”
With a low groan, Maggie turned and ran off.
Fuck. What a mess.
Ian took off after her. Jameson took a step after them, wanting to go after her. To check on her. Soothe her.
But he made himself stay where he was. Maggie wasn’t any of his business.
He should just leave her care to Ian.
