Avery POV
August 18
A low, wolf whistle filled the kitchen, coming from the direction of the archway. I tossed a glance to my right and saw Jonah leaning against the frame with a lecherous grin on his face.
“See something you like?” I asked with as much haughtiness in my voice as I could muster without laughing.
“Every time I look at you, angel,” He tossed back as he walked into the room, casually snagging an apple from the fruit bowl Millie kept on the island and taking a bite. His brows bounced suggestively in response to my lifted one. When he joined me in front of the refrigerator, he asked, “What are we looking for?”
“I am trying to figure out something to make for dinner,” I said and returned to shuffling things around in the hopes that something would look appealing to me.
