Aria's POV
"Well... I thought you left," I stammered, my face heating up.
Ramon didn't go back to his office?
But the real problem was that Nola and I had polished off every single drop of the chicken soup.
Ramon raised a single, expressive eyebrow, his sharp grey eyes boring into mine.
The heavy, intimidating cloud of his Alpha aura softened slightly, shifting into a warm, woodsy scent of pine.
"I stayed," he said with a hint of dry sarcasm. "And to pass the time while waiting for that soup, I had to survive Ralph's latest culinary experiment."
"What latest experiment?" I asked, seizing the opportunity to change the subject.
Ramon let out a low, defeated sigh, a faint shadow passing over his handsome face.
"Pork chops simmered in peach schnapps and crushed walnuts."
"Is th
