Killian returned home late that evening, his steps carrying the kind of weariness that came after a long day of negotiations, press coverage, and endless boardroom battles. Yet, when he opened the door to his house, the warm, inviting aroma of roasted herbs and buttered bread greeted him.
“Wow.” He said under his breath, pleased with the nice aroma.
He didn't see the maid coming to greet him, which meant she wasn't in the house currently, which also meant that it was Samantha who prepared the meal, and that was surprising because she rarely prepared such elaborate dinners anymore, but tonight the atmosphere was filled with the richness of home-cooked warmth.
Killian walked to the dining room, and saw Samantha standing near the table, dressed in a soft silk gown that glowed faintly benea
