Chapter 58 Fifty Eight

When Isabelle got home that evening, she found Jacob in the kitchen, cooking dinner. She hadn’t known that he could cook, so she was surprised to find him busy minding the pots as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” she said, making her way to the refrigerator. Opening it, she took out a bottle of water and uncapped it.

Jacob looked at her and gave her a small smile. Small or not, it was enough to cause a riot of butterflies in her stomach. But just as quickly as they had appeared, they disappeared. The memory of last night reared its ugly head, and the giddy feeling was replaced by sadness.

“I used to help my mother when cooking,” he replied, opening one pot and stirring whatever was cooking. From her spot, she caught the mouthwatering smell of steak. Her stomach growled in response, and he chuckled. “It’s almost ready. Busy day?”

She nodded. “Yeah,” she replied, and then hooked her thumb towards the bedrooms. “I’ll go clean up and join you.”

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