Blake sat quietly by the bar, watching Emily move briskly around the kitchen.
Tonight, he had no appetite for anything extravagant. All he wanted was the taste of an ordinary, home-cooked meal.
The Sterling household had rarely—if ever—shared a proper family dinner.
To be precise, Blake couldn’t recall a single instance.
It was either an overcrowded table filled with outsiders, or himself alone.
The idea of “family,” as most people understood it, felt almost foreign to the Suns.
Instinctively, Blake avoided dwelling on who the woman efficiently moving about the kitchen actually was. He cradled his glass, let his mind drift, and allowed himself to savor this rare moment of calm.
Was this what ordinary people returned to after a long day—warmth, quiet, and a sense of belonging?
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