When I walked into the apartment, Maria was standing in the kitchen—dripping wet—holding a bath towel around herself. “There you are.” She placed her phone down on the counter.
I peeled off my coat, tossed it over the side of one of the kitchen chairs, and gave her my strongest smile. “Here I am.”
On the counter, there was a brown paper bag with my name written across the side of it. She looked down at it and smiled. “Looks like you whipped Eros into shape real quick. He’s baking for you and everything.”
“Baking for me?” I asked, grabbing the bag. Inside, there were six freshly baked Fervor Crisps. “Eros brought these over?”
“A few hours ago, said he’d be back later to see if you got them.” She winked and walked toward the bathroom. “So, you better be ready for when he does!”
I pulled
