Standing right there in the kitchen, in front of the cooker, was none other than the Alpha. He was shirtless, his broad back facing her as he whistled softly while turning something that sizzled richly in the pan. The apron strings were tied securely at the small of his narrow waist, and he wore gray jogger pants that hung low on his hips, low enough to reveal the waistband of his briefs with the name "Kade" boldly printed across it.
Really, he wore his own brand of briefs? Viola thought in disbelief, her brows lifting slightly.
His back was tanned and powerfully toned, and the ominous snake tattoo she had always glimpsed on his chest extended all the way around to cover half of his back and trail down his sculpted, corded left arm, where veins bulged faintly beneath his bronze, sweat-sheened skin.
