Chapter 67 : Silent Exchange
Ruby's POV
I had just stepped into the hall when I caught sight of them.
Jayla stood by the open doorway to the kitchen, a mixing bowl tucked under one arm, her other hand wielding a wooden spoon like it was part of her battle gear. Her apron was dusted with flour, and a strand of hair had slipped loose from her bun, swaying every time she moved.
Across from her, leaning against the doorframe with the lazy confidence of someone who’d never been told “no” and meant it, was Mr. Myers. That familiar grin tugged at the corners of his mouth — the kind that could teeter between charming and infuriating depending on how you looked at it.
“I told you,” Jayla warned, tapping the spoon against the bowl for emphasis, “this is my recipe. If you even think about adding
