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.”