that— her life. She was determined to keep it that way, without people prying into her personal life wondering whether she and Jordan were getting back together or not, and for Cassie, if there were music playing in the background of her mind, it would be Taylor Swift singing about how they were never ever getting back together.
Forty-five minutes after arriving home from the fair, Cassie generously accepted Jordan’s offer to carry their very tired little boy to bed while she rummaged through the cupboards in her kitchen, grabbing utensils, bowls, and pans, along with all the ingredients needed to bake cookies from scratch. Cassie did not believe in using a packet mix when they were so much more scrumptious with an actual recipe.
Cassie and Jordan had both decided on chocolate chip cookies, knowing they would definitely be a crowd favorite at school. When he finished putting Jake to bed, he entered Cassie’s kitchen rolling up the sleeves of his light blue tailored shirt—which she thought he looked amazing in and really made his eyes pop—ready to get to work.
Jordan clapped his hands together, indicating he was ready to start the process. “All right! What do you want me to do?”
“You can plug in the KitchenAid,” said Cassie.
“Where’s that?” he asked, and Cassie didn’t look shocked by his question.
She laughed and answered, “It’s over in the corner next to the stove.” Cassie pointed to the dusty, pink cooking device. “You obviously don’t do a lot of baking in Miami.”
Jordan pulled the mixer out from the corner and plugged the power cord into the wall socket.
“Between games, training, and the gym, I don’t get a lot of time to cook, but I’m not that clueless in the kitchen; I know a little bit,” he said. “So what’s next?”
Cassie cocked one eyebrow. “That’s funny. I just assumed you would use the microwave most of the time.” She gave him a playful shove.
Jordan gently pushed her back. “Well, I do that too, but I can cook some meals. I’m not completely incompetent when it comes to using a kitchen wisely.”
“We’ll see about that,” Cassie murmured to herself, then said aloud, “We simply pour some flour, eggs, oil, chocolate chips, butter, and a little bit of milk into the mixer and let it work its magic. My KitchenAid is a real lifesaver; it does almost all of the hard work for me.”
Together, Cassie and Jordan combined the ingredients into the mixer and then turned it on, waiting until it was combined into a doughy ball so they could make smaller balls of the concoction. Cassie sprinkled some flour across two colorful cutting boards on the island countertop, while Jordan whipped the dough out of the mixer. Then he placed the two large mounds of the mixture in equal proportions onto the cutting boards.
Before getting started with her half, she tied her hair loosely into a ponytail and a flowery-printed apron around her middle while watching Jordan dive straight into rolling the dough out, proving to be good with his hands…like she remembered.
He realized she was watching him intently, and he paused mid-roll with a questioning look on his face. “Am I doing something wrong?” he asked her.
Cassie shook her head, biting down on her bottom lip. “No, you can’t really make a mistake rolling cookie dough. You’re doing fine. I was just thinking I should probably take a picture of you actually doing some form of cooking as proof that you can actually do it,” she said teasingly, letting out a little laugh.
Jordan forgot how good it felt to hear his former girlfriend laugh. She was always so gorgeous when she was laughing, despite not being very funny at the moment.
“Ha. You think you’re so funny,” Jordan stated sarcastically. “You’re laughing at me.”
Cassie stuck out her tongue. “Oh, but I think I am. I’m hilarious. This situation is funny.”
She had him there, and Jordan liked that they were learning to relax in each
Forty-five minutes after arriving home from the fair, Cassie generously accepted Jordan’s offer to carry their very tired little boy to bed while she rummaged through the cupboards in her kitchen, grabbing utensils, bowls, and pans, along with all the ingredients needed to bake cookies from scratch. Cassie did not believe in using a packet mix when they were so much more scrumptious with an actual recipe.
Cassie and Jordan had both decided on chocolate chip cookies, knowing they would definitely be a crowd favorite at school. When he finished putting Jake to bed, he entered Cassie’s kitchen rolling up the sleeves of his light blue tailored shirt—which she thought he looked amazing in and really made his eyes pop—ready to get to work.
Jordan clapped his hands together, indicating he was ready to start the process. “All right! What do you want me to do?”
“You can plug in the KitchenAid,” said Cassie.
“Where’s that?” he asked, and Cassie didn’t look shocked by his question.
She laughed and answered, “It’s over in the corner next to the stove.” Cassie pointed to the dusty, pink cooking device. “You obviously don’t do a lot of baking in Miami.”
Jordan pulled the mixer out from the corner and plugged the power cord into the wall socket.
“Between games, training, and the gym, I don’t get a lot of time to cook, but I’m not that clueless in the kitchen; I know a little bit,” he said. “So what’s next?”
Cassie cocked one eyebrow. “That’s funny. I just assumed you would use the microwave most of the time.” She gave him a playful shove.
Jordan gently pushed her back. “Well, I do that too, but I can cook some meals. I’m not completely incompetent when it comes to using a kitchen wisely.”
“We’ll see about that,” Cassie murmured to herself, then said aloud, “We simply pour some flour, eggs, oil, chocolate chips, butter, and a little bit of milk into the mixer and let it work its magic. My KitchenAid is a real lifesaver; it does almost all of the hard work for me.”
Together, Cassie and Jordan combined the ingredients into the mixer and then turned it on, waiting until it was combined into a doughy ball so they could make smaller balls of the concoction. Cassie sprinkled some flour across two colorful cutting boards on the island countertop, while Jordan whipped the dough out of the mixer. Then he placed the two large mounds of the mixture in equal proportions onto the cutting boards.
Before getting started with her half, she tied her hair loosely into a ponytail and a flowery-printed apron around her middle while watching Jordan dive straight into rolling the dough out, proving to be good with his hands…like she remembered.
He realized she was watching him intently, and he paused mid-roll with a questioning look on his face. “Am I doing something wrong?” he asked her.
Cassie shook her head, biting down on her bottom lip. “No, you can’t really make a mistake rolling cookie dough. You’re doing fine. I was just thinking I should probably take a picture of you actually doing some form of cooking as proof that you can actually do it,” she said teasingly, letting out a little laugh.
Jordan forgot how good it felt to hear his former girlfriend laugh. She was always so gorgeous when she was laughing, despite not being very funny at the moment.
“Ha. You think you’re so funny,” Jordan stated sarcastically. “You’re laughing at me.”
Cassie stuck out her tongue. “Oh, but I think I am. I’m hilarious. This situation is funny.”
She had him there, and Jordan liked that they were learning to relax in each
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