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Over her shoulder, Elena gave him a chiding look. "I guess you've forgotten that I bake too."

Chandler held up his hands with a laugh. "Touché, Princess, touché."

She shook her head. "Of course I can cook and I'm good at it."

Tugging a chair out from the table with his foot, Chandler took a seat and shamelessly watched her navigate around the small kitchen area.

"How come you and Emily do everything together and yet you and Elijah are not as close as the both of them are?"

Her smile was barely visible as she stirred the sauce. "Emily and I don't do everything together… At least not anymore,"

Chandler thought about the picture of her and her sister from her apartment. "Did something happen?"

She snorted. "Not exactly. We were ... oh," she sighed, "how do I put this?

I guess after college, living in different states kinda separated us too much…More than we cared to admit,"

Watching as Elena tasted the sauce, then added some salt, he nodded. He could understand that. Carefully, she set