CHAPTER 4.I spent the afternoon in the kitchen, moving on from cabinet to cabinet. Chopping, stirring,tasting, and plating, but my mind wasn’t on the food. It was on him.Finally, the meal was ready. I carried the plates into the dining room, my heart hammering soloud I was sure he could hear it. His sharp green eyes lifted as I approached, and I almost frozeon the spot.“Dinner’s ready,” I said softlyHe looked at me and nodded, a polite, small smile tugging at his lips. “Join me,” he saidcasually.I hesitated, my throat dry, but nodded and carefully pulled out a chair across from him. Sittinghere, in his presence, was more nerve-wracking than I expected. My hands were clammy as Ipicked up my fork, trying not to look like a complete fool.We began to eat. My gaze kept drifting to him, tracing the lines of his face, the calm confidencehe radiated, and every movement made my pulse skip.Then, he reached for the napkin. I reached for it too at the same time, our hands brushingli
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