Chapter 310 – My stomach did a ridiculous little flip anyways

MARIA'S POV

Almost a week later, all I can say is that it's been one heck of a vacation. I woke up on a random Tuesday morning to the smell of burnt toast and the sound of someone swearing in my kitchen.

For a terrifying moment, I thought maybe I was being robbed by the world’s least competent burglar.

Then I remembered – I’d let Frank stay over last night.

Well. “Stay over” was a generous way of saying he’d shown up with Thai takeout, a bottle of wine, and that sheepish grin that still somehow worked on me. We’d ended up falling asleep on the couch halfway through some terrible action movie.

And now he was… whatever this was.

I swung my legs out of bed and padded down the hallway, tugging his hoodie tighter around me.

When I reached the kitchen, I stopped in the doorway and crossed my arms.

Frank Williams — former workaholic, perpetual flirt, serial avoider of anything remotely resembling intimacy — was standing there barefoot, wearing my apron (backwards), wielding a spatula like i