Raven’s POV
With a damn smirk on his face, he struts towards the kitchen, as the elderly woman says to him, “Oh Chance, you're just in time to help us finish dinner.”
Chance bent over, kissing her on the cheek, as he said to her, “I would love to help you, grandmother.” While his eyes remained on me, with that damn smirk on his face.
“Good, you can wash the potatoes and cut them up like I like them, as this sweet young lady peels them.”
Chance moved to my side, as his eyes wondered down at the black tee shirt I was wearing, before he said, “You look good in my shirt.” As he raised his one eyebrow, checking me out.
My eyes instantly rolled as I turned away from him, not wanting him to see that he was getting under my skin, but then he asked, “How was your walk?”
I froze in the mi
