CHAPTER FIFTEEN
At a quarter after seven that night, Kristen was slicing tomatoes in Devon's kitchen for a salad she was throwing together. Across the island from where she worked, the man's broad back was turned to her as he sautéed a skillet filled with penne ala vodka. He was handsome, a good conversationalist, an even better Dom, incredible at s*x, and now, he cooked! What more could a girl want?
She hadn't eaten anything since noon, and now her stomach was growling. The rest of brunch had been uneventful as she’d recapped the remaining details of her date for her friends. She’d told them enough to satisfy their curiosity but still kept many aspects to herself.
She felt so at ease with Devon as they prepared and then ate their dinner, and it felt like they'd known each other a lot l
