She shouldn’t have bothered since he’d already seen her in sloppy pajamas and unkempt hair, but she did. A pretty floral blouse caught her eye, similar to the one she’d been wearing the first time she met him, and she paired it with dark skinny jeans. Luckily, her green rubber boots would match the blouse perfectly. Setting the clothes across her bed, she went downstairs to check the cookies in the oven. The scent of oatmeal and chocolate drifted through the kitchen. She’d made up a recipe that morning for a chocolate chip cookie sweetened with mashed bananas instead of white sugar. While scooping the warm cookies from the pan, her phone buzzed on the counter. It was a text from Peter. Will trade camera skills for muffins ;) Just let me know when. His camera skills would be really helpful. She glanced at the cookies cooling on the counter. He could probably make them look scrumptious. But it was his other skills that worried her. She ignored the message and continued scooping cookies as Owen ran into the kitchen reaching and grunting toward the tray.
