Chapter 52

No wonder people say a man who can cook is the most attractive of all.

Isadora had never seen Magnus cook before. Not once had he made a meal for her. And yet, here she was, experiencing something entirely new with Victor.

Isadora clasped Pudding's paws in her hands and gave them a little shake, grinning. "Victor actually knows his way around the kitchen."

Woof, woof, woof!

Pudding barked enthusiastically, as if he wholeheartedly agreed.

Victor glanced over at the woman and her dog standing in the kitchen doorway. "You and that silly mutt seem to be having quite the conversation."

Isadora stood up straight-she wasn't the type to just sit around while someone else did all the work. "Need a hand?"

He arched an eyebrow. "You can cook?"

Isadora nodded. She could. In fact, she was pretty good at it. As a child, she'd cooked all her little sister Carla's meals. Later, after she got together with Magnus -who had notoriously picky tastes-Isadora had learned new recipes just to make meals he'd enjoy.

Victor's dark eyes lingered on her, thoughtful and a little unreadable. "Just sit tight. I've got it."

dining table with several dishes: honey- glazed ribs, sautéed pork with

the veins stood out starkly on his forearms as he carried the plates, his long, graceful fingers moving with

remembered all too well how those fingers had once sent shivers through her, how they had taken her

a blush rising, Isadora quickly fanned

of

little," she admitted, pressing

palm gentle as he touched her cheek and then slid his hand

her whole

lips quirked. "Your ears are

and as he spoke, he gave

electric thrill zipped

ducked her head, and stared determinedly at

moment, then gave a quiet

plate, scooped half the honey-glazed ribs onto it, and set

wagging furiously, and began devouring the ribs with noisy

help but smile. "Pudding really likes your

replied. "Most dogs are, if you spoil

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