Bailey POV
We eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, and I have to admit, the food is incredible. Every bite is packed with flavor, the kind of home-cooked meal that makes you feel warm from the inside out.
"This is amazing," I say around a mouthful of my ribs.
"I told you." Orion looks pleased. "Marco's been trying to get me to bring a date here for years. He is convinced I am going to die alone surrounded by ice."
"Are you?" The question slips out before I can stop it.
He looks up, surprised. "Am I what?"
"Planning to die alone surrounded by ice?"
Something flickers across his face—something vulnerable and honest.
"Honestly, I don't know. I never really thought about it." He pauses.
“ I have been so focused on work and building my career that relationships always seemed
