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."

Victor appeared at the dining table with several dishes: honey- glazed ribs, sautéed pork with spring vegetables,

up, and the veins stood out starkly on his forearms as he carried the plates,

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

blush rising, Isadora quickly

asked, a hint of a smile in

she admitted, pressing her lips

out without hesitation, his palm gentle as he touched her cheek and then slid his hand down, tracing her

tensed, her whole body going

closer, lips quirked. "Your ears are

as he spoke, he gave

zipped through her,

and stared determinedly at the food.

a moment, then gave

ribs onto it, and

trotted over, tail wagging furiously, and began devouring the ribs with

couldn't help but smile. "Pudding really

dogs are,

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