Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 458

The man across from her looked up sharply when he heard the words "Uncle Rupert." His icy gaze landed right on her.

Sylvia instinctively dropped her eyes, trying to escape that stare, but her gaze fell right to his and Reese's slippers.

Matching slippers.

With little cartoon ducks.

If there was one thing everyone knew about Rupert, it was that he was practically allergic to warmth. The guy was colder than a New England winter.

He never changed for anyone.

Bridget had been around for over three years, and not once did he alter a single habit for her.

Even in Sylvia's last life-eight years together-he'd only ever worn the guest slippers, never the cute ones. Never anything picked out just for him.

But now? He'd changed. Willingly.

If Bridget ever found out, she'd realize just how pointless all her old jealousy really

was.

heart had been the one

broke the silence: "Oh shoot! My chicken! Sylvia, can you

get away from the awkward tension

and nearly lost her balance, almost slipping

with one hand, cool as ever. "You don't need to

can't just keep sitting around waiting for you to cook for me. Anyway, I've got oil all over me-don't let me get you messy. You two gentlemen can just wait

Reese fussed over Rupert's shirt, trying to wipe

awkwardly to the side, her mind blank. It was obvious Reese had tried Rupert's cooking before. If

noticed Reese grabbing

be a

stirred the skillets humming. "Sylvia, try this for me-tell me how it stacks up against the

out a fork (not chopsticks, of

She froze-this

it.

back when she'd had her secret crush, she'd learned all his favorite dishes, just to cook for him. This

really

good as the Garcias' cook. I

ег