Snippet #1925050

Chris had squinted in the dark and finally found the blender, grumbling at whoever had shoved it in the back of the cabinet. He hadn't noticed the girl's blush or the awkwardness she withdrew her hand; he was too busy thinking about cooking. If he wasn't going to be a policeman, he thought he would like to go into cooking. He wasn't that competitive, though, and probably guessed he wasn't cut out for the fast-pace of a professional kitchen. He hit his head on the corner of the open cabinet door and cussed, dropping the blender onto the counter before grabbing the back of his head with a wince. "Jesus," he hissed, trying hard to press the pain away before Amanda got back. Slamming the door, he saw there was a little blood on his hands and hurried to wash them off before she returned. He turned to fake a smile at her when she came back by the sink as he scrubbed his hands clean. "Go ahead and find a can-opener so we can start putting the sauce together."