Page 12 of Accidental Love

“Sure.”

“Okay, well, let’s start over first,” I said, grabbing the bowl to dump out its contents.

“Did I do it wrong?” Liam asked. As I dumped the contents in the sink so it wouldn’t get everywhere in the garbage, I thought about lying to him.

“No. I mean, a little.” I didn’t want to hurt his feelings when he tried.

“I can’t bake to save my life,” he said.

“Finally another thing you aren’t good at,” I commented, wiping the bowl clean so we could start.

“I’m not good at everything.”

“Yeah, right. You can sing, play all sports, you’re smart, and you can probably dance.” Before he could argue, I started talking again. “Okay, let’s get started. Where are the chocolate chips?”

When he handed the bag to me, I looked over the recipe on the back; the easiest way to make cookies, in my opinion. I used to make cookies a lot at the home when I was younger for the kids, and for Christmas when the little ones believed in Santa. I never minded making them because that meant I could eat the dough, and who wouldn’t want that?

Instructing Liam to do the dry ingredients, I got to work on the wet, putting it all in the kitchen aid mixer. Once I had my stuff done, I turned to see how Liam was doing and burst out laughing. He had flour all over his hands, shirt, and even his face like he had touched it.

“What did you do?” I asked between giggles. I came to a stop beside him.

“What? I was measuring it out like you said,” he said defensively.

“By dumping it everywhere?” His side of the counter was covered in white powder.

“It wouldn’t get in the measuring thingy that well.” I shook my head, laughing under my breath. “Hey, I tried!” he said. For some reason I couldn’t stop laughing and had to hold onto the counter.

“Stop laughing.” It was like I had the giggles and couldn’t stop. “Fine, be that way.” Before I could even register what he said, something was blown into my face and into my mouth. I coughed and blinked, staring at Liam, who was now laughing at me. He had thrown flour in my face. I narrowed my eyes at him. With him still laughing with his eyes closed, I reached for some flour of my own. Smirking, I brought my fist forward and let the stuff fly at his face. My aim was pretty good, especially with me being this close, and the flour went straight into his open mouth and on his face.

His laughter stopped as he choked and blinked the flour away from his eyes. Smirking at him, I leaned my hip against the counter. We were both standing there with flour all over our faces. Against the white, his blue eyes popped and he narrowed them at me.

“So that’s how you want to play this.” His voice was low, but I could see the amusement in his eyes.

“You started it,” I countered. I watched him move an inch and I tensed. Uh oh! Kind of knowing what he was thinking, I ever-so-slowly moved my hand to the counter where everything was.

“This means war!” was all Liam said before he reached for more flour to throw at me. Without thinking, I reached for whatever I could throw back at him. I barely had any flour of my own when he chucked it at me, hitting my face and the side of my head. I aimed for his face but ended up hitting his neck and chest.

As we went for more ammo I moved around the counter to try and block some of the things he threw. With one more look at each other we went at it, reaching for whatever we could not caring we were making a huge mess. The entire time I couldn’t stop laughing, even though I got flour, baking soda, and even salt in my mouth.

There was only a little bit of flour left and I headed toward it, coming out of my hiding spot. Just as I reached the flour Liam spoke, making me freeze. Turning around slowly, I saw he was a few inches away from me and holding three eggs in his hands. Up until now we hadn’t used any, and I was kind of hoping not to since they were a bitch to clean up.

“Liam, don’t!” I warned. He didn’t listen as he came toward me. I backed up, panicking, trying to find something else but flour at him.

“Babe, why would I not do this?” he asked, coming even closer. I knew he was teasing me by walking slowly at me instead of taking one big step.

“Don’t you dare, Liam!”

“Hmm, I think this would look great in your hair along with the flour,” he mused. My eyes widened. Eggs and flour would be a killer to clean out of my hair. I put my hands out, warning him away.

“Liam, not my hair!” Of course he didn’t listen to me. Tired of teasing me, he took one big step and smashed the three eggs right on top of my hair. To make matters worse, he decided to rub them in with the flour, making a paste on top of my head. I stood there, shocked, and felt some of the slime of the egg running down my neck. I tilted my head up and glared daggers at Liam. My precious hair, that I literally just washed, was covered in egg.

“Shit,” Liam muttered when he saw my expression. With a cry I didn’t know I could make, I lunged toward the cartoon of eggs on the counter and grabbed as many as I could. With my hands completely full, I charged at Liam. He needs some in his hair too. He tried to dodge me, but we were practically blocked in with the counter, and I knew he didn’t want to run around the house throwing stuff at each other.

When his back was to me I grabbed two eggs, standing on my toes to reach his head. Without any warning I slammed them in his hair and made sure to rub it in, payback for mine. When he heard the splat of the egg, he froze. Not wanting to waste any time, I grabbed whatever eggs that were left in my right hand and smashed them against his neck, making sure to pull his shirt away so it would slide now his back. It probably didn’t help that they were still cold from the fridge.

I now only had four remaining in my left hand as I stood there grinning at my efforts. He turned, and I couldn’t help but grin wider seeing some of the egg yolk running down the side of his face. It felt a trail through the flour and seemed to slow down because of how much was on his face.

“You look so pretty,” I said, choking on my laughter. I was really proud of myself, I must say. Even with his eyes narrowing at me, I wasn’t scared. I had the only ammo left to use. We had used up all the flour, baking soda, salt, even the chocolate chips in the bag. Now that we both used most of the dozen eggs, I had what was left. Liam took a threatening step toward me.

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