Claire's POV

After breakfast we took a stroll along the beachfront, checking out the Manhattan Beach Pier, and strolling along The Strand. We returned to Jason's house and he decided to cook me a special lunch.

"What are you making? Can I help?" I asked but he shook his head firmly.

"Please, let me chop something," I asked again and he handed me carrots and potatoes to dice.

"I didn't know you can cook," I said as I diced.

"Both Jordan and I can cook. In fact, we used to have turns making dinner. Dad would escape since he would come late from work," he said grinning. Jordan is Jason's...