Nolan’s Pov
I couldn’t believe it worked.
The moment I saw Lilith step into the house with Zoey, I knew I had to make her stay. Zoey always disappears around this time. I counted on that. I just needed a reason to keep Lilith from leaving.
And luck? It played its part.
Zoey left. Lilith stayed. And the kitchen became my stage.
I know how to cook. Always have. Between me and Killian, I’ve always been the better one in the kitchen. But today? I burned the hell out of a pancake on purpose. Because I knew she’d offer to help. She couldn’t just walk past something like that.
And now here she was—standing next to me, apron in hand, already scolding me with those sharp eyes of hers.
“How do we start this?” I asked.
“Do you have an extra apron?” she said. “I don’t want to mess up my dress.
