Chapter 47
Adam“I want to make you dinner.”
I called Alexa early, knowing that was the only way to catch her before her five a.m. workout after which she plunged into her daily routine.
Over the past several weeks, I’d learned to make my claim on her time as soon as possible before her work, her friends, and myriad distractions could take her away from me.
“That sounds perfect. Do you want to come to my place? I have a slightly better kitchen than the one at your corporate apartment.”
“How would you know? You hardly cook.” I laughed, delighted to tease her about her lack of domesticity. My mother would be appalled when they met. I’d been raised to consider a woman’s homemaking skills of the utmost importance. I had no such qualms, but then a mother would never see the other charms a w
