Kane smirked, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he watched me take another bite. “I’ll take that expression as a compliment,” he said smugly.
I swallowed, narrowing my eyes at him. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”
“A man has to have a few surprises up his sleeve,” he teased, tilting his head slightly. “Besides, I’ve had plenty of time to perfect my skills.”
I arched a brow, unconvinced. “Between your, uh, demanding schedule?”
He chuckled, the deep, velvety sound sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “I find cooking relaxing. And watching you enjoy my food? That’s even better.”
My heart fluttered, and I quickly looked down, focusing on my meal. I couldn’t afford to get swept away by his charm. Not when reality loomed so close, ready to shatter wha
