“Fuck.” I toss the food from the pot into the sink and run cold water over my burning fingers. “Okay, so plan G it is.”

“Is something on fire?”

The sound of Violeta’s voice surprises me so much that I turn around too quickly and sling the pot of water on her. “Shit.” I grab the paper towels as I throw the pot on the counter and go to her.

To my shock, she starts laughing as I try to wipe her down. “Knox Andora, you are a mess.”

Glancing around the kitchen, I see what I’ve done as a collective whole instead of just running around and trying to...