It’s always been easy for me to get a read on people, but it never really takes much. To my surprise, Gavin Jenkins isn’t proving to be so easy. I had an idea of who he was in my mind with the small amount of information I’d gathered on him. Turns out I was wrong with that as well, and I’m finding myself a bit off balance.
“Is there something in particular you’re looking for at the market?” he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back. The simple touch cascades through my body, and I’m not prepared for how good it feels.
“Not really. I’m a terrible cook, but I could pick up some fruit,” I admit. Celeste can cook, but I don’t have the patience for it. Everything I make is either burnt or not cooked all the way. We all have our talents in life, and cooking isn't mine.
“I’d be happy t
