Jasmine's POV
Lara jumped to her feet. "I swear I was going to cook something real. I just got distracted by my craving and then you came home and—"
"Relax." I laughed. "I'm just giving you a hard time."
"No, no, I promised actual food." She was already heading toward the kitchen. "Give me twenty minutes. I'll whip up pasta or something."
"You don't have to—"
"I want to." She pulled open the refrigerator. "Besides, you need proper fuel for all that training. Can't have you collapsing on set because your useless roommate only fed you broth."
I was about to argue when a knock sounded at the door.
Both of us froze.
"You expecting someone?" Lara asked.
"No."
Another knock, firmer this time.
I stood, pulse quickening as I remembered the break-in. "Stay there."
"Like hell." Lara gra
