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RIGHT PERSON, WRONG TIME

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**BEN POV**

That same night, Ambrose had offered to make dinner while Nolan offered to help his father, but unfortunately, he kept messing up everything, so Ambrose asked him to take care of the dirty dishes in the sink.

Whenever I tried to offer my assistance, both men would refuse and simply ask me to relax.

It was nice of them, but I felt a little guilty. Watching Ambrose cook looked like a work of art.

He caught me staring at him, and I placed the glass to my lips, pretending to drink and mind my own damn business.

I could tell that he seemed amused by my behavior.

“So where did you learn to cook like that?”

I inhaled softly, and it smelled delicious.

Ambrose looked up, meeting my gaze, and that throbbing feeling between my thighs was back again, taunting me.

“My father enjoyed cooking meals for my mother, and he taught me to do the same at a very young age, especially if I wanted to make the woman I love happy. I used to cook for my wife all the time.”

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