“Thank you,” I say a few minutes later when Kieran hands me the glass of whiskey. His fingers graze mine on the pass-over, and I swear, even that is enough to make me shiver with pleasure from head to toe. “How are you feeling?”
“How am I feeling?” he scoffs. His gaze returns to my neck, and his eyebrows narrow. “It’s starting to bruise. I’ll get you some ice.”
I follow him to the kitchen this time. It’s the most gorgeous kitchen I’ve ever seen. Makes the one from Servant look like amateur hour.
“Do you even cook?” I ask, glancing around as he digs into the freezer for ice.
He shrugs. “Occasionally. I make a mean ahi tuna. Heard you’re a fan.”
He winks at me as he hands me a bag of frozen peas. I feel my cheeks turn pink. How does he remember that? He didn’t even order the ahi tuna t
