It was safe to say that even Evelyn Grant's own mother probably couldn't have picked out her daughter's favorite dishes with such accuracy.
Evelyn Grant was stunned.
Her first instinct was that this couldn't be a coincidence; it had to be a deliberate act by someone thoughtful.
But on second thought, Evelyn couldn't name a single person in the world who knew her that well.
'It couldn't be Julian Sterling, could it?'
'He probably doesn't even know I hate cilantro.'
Evelyn Grant's lips twitched. She pulled out a chair at the dining table, deciding to eat before the food got cold and her boss's kind gesture went to waste.
She had just taken a few bites when she heard the sound of the front door unlocking.
The door opened, and Ryan Sterling appeared.
It was rather cold outside, and he brought a gust of chilly air in with him.
