Second Lobe Novels & Stories

He immediately turned and headed for the kitchen. Sitting on the couch, sipping the hot coffee the butler had brought, I asked with curiosity, "Why did Mr. Lloyd go to the kitchen himself?" The butler, smiling warmly, answered, "Ms. Canfield, you're in for a treat. I've heard he's a great cook, but I've never seen him in action." As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me.

Leaving me behind with two dirty plates, the smell of carnitas, and a cloud of confusion settling over my chest like fog. I let out a slow breath. Because no matter how far I tried to stay away, Reagan De Russo always knew how to get under my skin. And make my heart far too loud.