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chips on top of the first ones, then the first ones wonât get all white from the flour.â
âThen how do you keep the ones on top from getting white?â Pippa asked, somewhat miffed.
âIt comes off,â Dinah said, trying to hold back her laugh. These little girls were deadly serious about this. They wanted to make perfect cookies, and she wondered if they strove for such perfection in everything they did. It was so cute, and she owed Eric a great big thank-you for letting her do this. âOnce we get everything all mixed together, and get the cookies in the oven, everything will come right off the chocolate chips.â
Both girls frowned at her, like they didnât believe her. âButAunt Janice makes us go to another room so she can have room to wipe the chocolate chips clean,â Paige said in all earnestness.
Probably because by this time in the process Janice was tired of answering all the questions and wanted to get on with it. By last count, each girl had asked Dinah about a hundred, only sheâd thought it was fun trying to find answers for questions she would have never, in her life, anticipated. Where does salt come from? Who was the first person to ever cook food and how did they know they were cooking if cooking hadnât been invented yet? Wouldnât it be better to have a whole bunch of aprons in different colors to match all the foods so they wouldnât look dirty when food gets spilled on them?
Maybe for Janice the questions got tiring, but for Dinah they were amazing. She liked the challenge. Liked the way the girls thought. But she was concerned that they were trying to be much older than they were and, in effect, losing a little of their childhood. Maybe because their care was, by necessity, left up to so many people? Or maybe because their father wasnât at a place in his life where he knew how to have fun anymore, and the girls mimicked what they saw. âWell, Iâm sure Aunt Janice is used to doing it her way, but this way has always worked for me.â
The girls looked at each other, considering something unspoken between themâthat twin connectionâthen both came up smiling. âCan I mix?â Pippa asked.
âMe, too?â Page also asked.
âI have two bowls, so Iâd say Iâm going to need two good mixers.â Ten minutes later, with all the ingredients split evenly between the bowls, and mixed as well as any cookie dough had ever been mixed, it was time to get the dough to the cookie pan.
âLet me warn you that this is where they eat more than they bake.â
Dinah spun around, almost knocking into Eric, who had crept back to the kitchen and was leaning against the fridge, watching. Barefoot, hair mussed, shirt untuckedâ¦wickedly sexy. âDo you always sneak up on people that way?â Her voice was amazingly calm considering how nothing else about her was.
âOnly people worth sneaking up on,â he said, stepping aside as Dinah brushed herself against him, trying to wedge herself between the fridge and the utility drawer.
âWhy arenât you sleeping, Daddy?â Paige asked.
âI discovered I wasnât sleepy. And I thought I would come out here and wait for my cookies.â
âThen wait in the dining room,â Dinah said, brushing up against him one more time on her way back from the utility drawer. It caused a chill to shoot up her spine, first time, this time. A chill she was fighting to ignore. Why was it that whatever governed one personâs attraction to another was working overtime with her right now? Sheâd never been this wildly attracted to Charles. Hadnât gotten chills ever during her brief marriage to Damien. But Eric⦠Itâs because she couldnât, thatâs why! Couldnât have him, couldnât get involved. Couldnât even think about it. Couldnât! And that little streak of opposition in her that knew she
âThen how do you keep the ones on top from getting white?â Pippa asked, somewhat miffed.
âIt comes off,â Dinah said, trying to hold back her laugh. These little girls were deadly serious about this. They wanted to make perfect cookies, and she wondered if they strove for such perfection in everything they did. It was so cute, and she owed Eric a great big thank-you for letting her do this. âOnce we get everything all mixed together, and get the cookies in the oven, everything will come right off the chocolate chips.â
Both girls frowned at her, like they didnât believe her. âButAunt Janice makes us go to another room so she can have room to wipe the chocolate chips clean,â Paige said in all earnestness.
Probably because by this time in the process Janice was tired of answering all the questions and wanted to get on with it. By last count, each girl had asked Dinah about a hundred, only sheâd thought it was fun trying to find answers for questions she would have never, in her life, anticipated. Where does salt come from? Who was the first person to ever cook food and how did they know they were cooking if cooking hadnât been invented yet? Wouldnât it be better to have a whole bunch of aprons in different colors to match all the foods so they wouldnât look dirty when food gets spilled on them?
Maybe for Janice the questions got tiring, but for Dinah they were amazing. She liked the challenge. Liked the way the girls thought. But she was concerned that they were trying to be much older than they were and, in effect, losing a little of their childhood. Maybe because their care was, by necessity, left up to so many people? Or maybe because their father wasnât at a place in his life where he knew how to have fun anymore, and the girls mimicked what they saw. âWell, Iâm sure Aunt Janice is used to doing it her way, but this way has always worked for me.â
The girls looked at each other, considering something unspoken between themâthat twin connectionâthen both came up smiling. âCan I mix?â Pippa asked.
âMe, too?â Page also asked.
âI have two bowls, so Iâd say Iâm going to need two good mixers.â Ten minutes later, with all the ingredients split evenly between the bowls, and mixed as well as any cookie dough had ever been mixed, it was time to get the dough to the cookie pan.
âLet me warn you that this is where they eat more than they bake.â
Dinah spun around, almost knocking into Eric, who had crept back to the kitchen and was leaning against the fridge, watching. Barefoot, hair mussed, shirt untuckedâ¦wickedly sexy. âDo you always sneak up on people that way?â Her voice was amazingly calm considering how nothing else about her was.
âOnly people worth sneaking up on,â he said, stepping aside as Dinah brushed herself against him, trying to wedge herself between the fridge and the utility drawer.
âWhy arenât you sleeping, Daddy?â Paige asked.
âI discovered I wasnât sleepy. And I thought I would come out here and wait for my cookies.â
âThen wait in the dining room,â Dinah said, brushing up against him one more time on her way back from the utility drawer. It caused a chill to shoot up her spine, first time, this time. A chill she was fighting to ignore. Why was it that whatever governed one personâs attraction to another was working overtime with her right now? Sheâd never been this wildly attracted to Charles. Hadnât gotten chills ever during her brief marriage to Damien. But Eric⦠Itâs because she couldnât, thatâs why! Couldnât have him, couldnât get involved. Couldnât even think about it. Couldnât! And that little streak of opposition in her that knew she
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