“I have something to cook, but you can’t cook and Maria is not around. Get something from the restaurant. Can you do that?” Killian was ready to go to work and Mikayla had changed from the dress to an oversized t-shirt and training pants which were all his.
They were in the living room where he found her sitting on the couch. He examined her from head to toe and a tiny smirk formed on the corner of his lips. Seeing her dressed in his clothes was a sight to see.
“Okay,” she replied, agreeing to eat out at the restaurant. What he meant was his restaurant and she understood.
“Or you can ask the chef to cook you whatever you want to eat, say it’s my order.” He pulled out a credit card and gave it to her. This was the next big thing he handed to her. By giving his wife a card to use under hi
