Lynda sat at the island in her kitchen watching Dylan cook. She"d offered to go out, but he said he"d rather stay in. She had to admit, with as good as his cooking was, and not having to cook herself, she could get used to this. The intimacy of just the two of them here while he cooked, then eating without being surrounded by strangers, it was freeing in ways she had never expected.
She wasn"t as thrilled with his insistence on cleaning the kitchen afterward, after all, that was what she paid Mrs. Maynard for. But it wasn"t so bad when they did it together. She was learning that some of it was actually fun. Dylan was far more fun, more knowledgeable and a far better fit for her personality than she"d expected. Especially given the way she"d had to all but force Ms. Creed into taking her
