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."

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

his forearms as

hands. She remembered all too well how those fingers

Isadora quickly fanned her

of a smile

little," she admitted, pressing

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

tensed, her whole body

"Your ears are bright red, Isadora. What

word was almost a tease, and as

thrill zipped through her,

back a few steps, ducked her head, and stared

moment,

half the honey-glazed ribs

tail wagging furiously, and began

smile. "Pudding really likes

Victor replied. "Most dogs are, if

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