Aria’s POV:
“You done hiding, princess?” The question was a low, mocking rumble as he continued slicing vegetables, not even granting me the courtesy of looking up.
The audacity.
My hand froze on the cabinet handle. After a beat of seething silence, I took a sharp breath, biting my lip hard in frustration. I chose to ignore him, yanking the cabinet open with more force than necessary.
My eyes scanned the shelves. There it was—the jar of peanut butter—taunting me from the very back, just out of reach.
I stretched onto my tiptoes, arm straining, fingers brushing nothing but air. I gave a little, futile hop, but it was no use.
“Ugh,” I grunted, clenching my fists in defeat.
“Need help?” Kade’s voice was a infuriatingly casual rumble, his focus still seemingly on his damn vegetables.
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