LIORA
It had been a week since I moved into Evans’…scratch that, Ryder’s house, and I’m enjoying every moment of it.
I had quickly learned that calling him Evans, even by accident, got under his skin. The first few times I did it, the look he gave me could have frozen hell over. So, I stopped.
Ryder it was.
If using his first name meant he would stop looking at me like I was some helpless stranger he had reluctantly taken in, then I would gladly make the adjustment.
“You think this cake is going to be enough?” I asked Jane, the cook whose duties I had unofficially stolen. “They never come alone, those men move in packs.”
I sighed and reached for another bowl.
I genuinely enjoyed being in the kitchen. Cooking had always been therapeutic for me. I liked cooking for Evans, and that has
