Vincent didn’t seem to be in a hurry to eat; instead, he picked up a king crab leg from the center of the table and skillfully began to deconstruct it. The handling of crab legs was no simple task; if not done correctly, it could end up looking quite messy. This was the main reason Everly had, despite her mouth watering, resisted the urge to dig in.
But the man’s finely contoured fingers, curved around the silverware, moved with such natural elegance, and it was a sight to behold.
When she looked away, a perfectly prepared king crab leg was suddenly on her plate. “Thank you,” Everly expressed, concealing her surprise, and proceeded to eat. She raised her eyes, casting a brief glance at Vincent. “It seems like you know me pretty well.”
Vincent lifted his eyes and looked at the woman with
