Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 1089

A moment later, Skye emerged with a pan-seared steak, looking rather disheveled.

Seeing Finley and Tegan, her mouth twitched. "Hey, why didn't you come help me? Look, my whole arm is covered in blisters from the oil."

Skye held out her arm for Tegan to see, and sure enough, it was dotted with red marks from splattering oil.

"I tried to help you before, but you said you didn't like how it tasted," Tegan reminded her gently. Skye had been here for several days, always insisting on cooking for herself because she was so picky about restaurant food.

When Tegan had heard the commotion from the kitchen in her apartment and tried to help, Skye had complained that she used too much rosemary on the steak, or the oil was wrong, or the heat wasn't right.

In short, Skye's own cooking was a disaster, but she was just as critical of everyone else's.

"That's true," Skye conceded.

Finley scoffed. "As if you're any better."

"I'm better than you, at least," Skye shot back.

"You're still single, and I'm the one who has to help you find a wife!" Finley fell silent.

Tegan shifted uncomfortably.

The comment hung in the air, creating a palpable awkwardness.

Tegan's face flushed slightly. "Come on, let's split this," Skye said, pulling Tegan away from Finley and dividing the steak onto a plate for her.

Tegan was genuinely hungry. She'd barely eaten a few bites before Uriah had shown up.

After taking a bite of Skye's cooking, Skye immediately asked, "So? What do you think?"

"It's delicious," Tegan said honestly. "I love the taste of rosemary."

"You like it, right? I'll give Finley the recipe later so he can make it for you from now on." Tegan's fork froze.

She glanced uncomfortably at Finley, who was getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

Ever since Skye had appeared, Tegan remembered, she had been calling her 'sister-in-law.'

"You already have a boyish look. If you keep dressing this way, you might give some poor girl the wrong idea, and that wouldn't be good!" Skye's mouth twitched.

She looked down at her practical, combat-style clothes.

Combined with her flat chest, she had to admit, she did project a certain powerful, androgynous vibe that a girl might easily misinterpret. Wait a minute, what was Tegan implying?

Skye's eyes widened as she stared at Tegan, and she gasped. "Don't tell me you got the wrong idea that day and developed a crush on me?"

"Pfft—" Finley, who had just taken a sip of water, sprayed it everywhere.

Skye glared at her clumsy brother.

"What are you doing? Can't you be a bit more composed?" He hadn't had a wife for years, and now that he finally had a chance to impress a girl, she was terrified he'd blow it.

It hadn't been easy to find someone who caught his eye, and if he remained this immature, how could he ever win Tegan's heart?

Skye was truly anxious for him. Finley coughed and sputtered, having been badly choked by the water.