ANNA“Explain something to me,” Maya said. “How are you rich, hot, and able to cook? That feels deeply like fantansy.”The kitchen smelled like fresh basil and something smoky that Enoch had thrown together in the twenty minutes they’d been gone. Maya, never one to waste time on decorum, hopped onto the stool closest to the island and stole a cherry tomato straight from the salad bowl.Enoch glanced over his shoulder as he plated the food, amusement flickering across his face. “I try not to reveal all my red flags at once.”“Anna,” Maya said gravely, “blink twice if he’s keeping you here against your will.”Anna rolled her eyes, arms folding tighter across herself. “Please stop talking.”Maya mimicked Anna in a childlike tone and stuck out her tongue.“You’re exhausting,” Anna muttered. “And yet beloved.”Enoch laughed under his breath and slid the plates across the marble one by one. He set Anna’s plate down last, closer to her than necessary. Their fingers brushed when she reached
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