In the kitchen, Asher stood in the middle of the long table, staring at the ingredients laid out before him and trying to decide what exactly he would prepare.
Even though he had been insulted back there, he didn't feel an ounce of sympathy for the old hag.
She deserved it. Fully.
And being angry wasn't going to stop him from cooking. Better he do that now before they found another excuse to come at him, and Asher Collins loved his peace of mind far too much to give them the opportunity.
While he was looking over the ingredients on the table, a shadow passed behind him, making him turn sharply with a knife raised, ready to attack.
"Did they send someone to come after me now?" Asher wondered, but when he looked properly, it wasn't the threat he expected.
Standing a few feet away was a man so charming that even Asher himself couldn't take his eyes off him for a second.
