Chapter Twelve
Her new boyfriend, and possible fiancé, and potential husband wanted to be her friend. Was this ranch some kind of alternate universe where plain girls got the prince?
And he could cook.
Maggie opened the door to the oven and took the fries out. This time there was no smoke accompanying the meal. The spuds were golden brown and cooked through.
When Dylan had appeared at the door, she'd expected him to blow a fuse at the sight of his once pristine kitchen. She'd noticed that about him. Not that he was prone to anger. That he was very … orderly was putting it nicely.
The furniture was high quality. The knickknacks dispersed around the small home would be better labeled as accouterments.
Dylan had said he wasn’t into fine dining. He may not hunger for expensive things, bu
