Hell Of A Marriage
“You’ve always been a very poor cook. I wasn’t expecting your help and I would have declined if you had offered.”
Keenan glared at his friend, picking offence at his degrading remark, “I’m an excellent cook.”
“Well, it won’t be me you’ll be giving food poisoning someday, it’s your future wife.” Rory countered sharply, walking to the kitchen and returning to the dining with another plate of pasta in his hand.
Keenan scoffed, “She’ll love me too much to complain.” He said and took his seat.
They were almost done eating when Rory began speaking. “Is there a girlfriend I don’t know about?”
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