what does "fold his boxer"mean?
No, he hadn’t been able to find his anger for months, but she was drawing him a map. “Listen—”
“You can tell me it’s none of my business,” she said, “but that won’t stop me. So I’ll cook when I have time. I’m here anyway.”
He couldn’t think of a reasonable way to argue with a woman who was currently folding his boxers.
“Can you cook?” she asked him.
“Yeah. Enough.”
“Let’s see.” She cocked her head, swept that green-eyed gaze over him. “Grilled cheese sandwiches, scrambled eggs, steak on the grill— burgers, too—and . . . something with lobster or clams.”