"I can cook, just not exceptionally well." Shelby chuckled. She'd been living on her own since graduating from college so she'd had to learn as a matter of course. But there was a difference between being able to feed herself and being able to make anything impressive. Peter, on the other hand, seemed to have a knack for it.

A small smile. "Baking, on the other hand? That's all me. It's what my dad used to do when I was upset as a little girl and so for a long time it's what I did when I was upset. I'd just make some brownies for myself or give them to friends going through a rough time. So I'm not totally hopeless, domestically speaking."

"And that's what matters," she added. "Because the career stuff, all of it, it does end eventually. At least it will for me. My goal is to make sure there's something else there at the end of it that will make me at peace with walking away."