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As soon as we got home, Ryder dismissed all the staff for the night, insisting that he wanted to fix dinner himself.
A shocking fact, if I may say.
I don’t even know if he knows how to cook, but I guess we can thank heavens for takeout.
After a quick shower, I changed into my nightdress before heading downstairs to meet Ryder, and the smoke-filled kitchen made me wonder why the fire alarm haven’t gone off just yet.
Standing in the doorway with my body leaning against the doorframe, I smiled as I watched him attempt to save whatever was in the frying pan.
The poor thing looked beyond saving.
There were burnt vegetables scattered across the counter, and I was pretty sure the sauce bubbling in the pot wasn’t supposed to be that color.
For a man who could rebuild a motorcycle bli
