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."

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

rolled up, and the veins stood out starkly on his forearms

over those hands. She remembered all too well how those fingers had once sent shivers

quickly

of

admitted,

without hesitation, his palm gentle as he touched her cheek and then slid

whole body going

in closer, lips quirked. "Your ears are bright red, Isadora.

almost a tease, and as he spoke, he

zipped through

stared determinedly at the food. "No, I'm just...

her for a moment, then

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

tail wagging furiously, and began devouring

help but smile. "Pudding really likes your

"Most dogs are, if you

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