Chapter 123The morning after their garden dinner, the mansion felt different. No one hurried down the halls, no radios crackled with tense updates, and the usual edge of steel had dulled into something almost ordinary. Selena woke to birdsong, not alarms, and for the first time she couldn’t smell gun oil in the air.She dressed slowly, choosing a soft cream dress Rosa had left out, and when she came downstairs, she froze.The Don and Rafe were in the kitchen. Not the grand, polished dining room—the kitchen. Rafe stood at the stove in an apron that read Kiss the Cook, flipping pancakes with far too much flair. The Don leaned against the counter, sleeves rolled, chopping fruit with quiet precision.Selena blinked. “Am I… dreaming?”Rafe spun, spatula in hand. “Good morning, sunshine. You’re just in time to witness history. The last time I cooked, the fire department sent me a Christmas card.”The Don arched a brow. “You set one pan on fire.”“One pan, five alarms,” Rafe corrected. He w
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