Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

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."

the dining table with several dishes: honey- glazed ribs, sautéed pork with spring vegetables, a comforting

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

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

rising, Isadora quickly fanned her cheeks with her

a hint of a smile in

she admitted, pressing

gentle as he touched her

whole body going

lips quirked. "Your ears are bright red, Isadora. What are

was almost a tease, and as he spoke, he gave her earlobe a

strange, electric thrill zipped through her,

few steps, ducked her head, and stared determinedly at the food.

watched her for a moment, then gave a

half the honey-glazed ribs onto it, and set

furiously, and began

couldn't help but smile. "Pudding really likes your

Victor replied. "Most dogs are, if