“You didn’t have to do that.” Her voice was a wisp of appreciation. I eyed her with a smirk. “What, are you scared of my cooking? I might not be a pro, but I’ll have you know I can make a mean spaghetti sauce.” A tiny giggle slipped from her lips, and she shook her head. “I don’t doubt you, Ryder. You spent enough time with me in the kitchen when we were growing up, I’m sure you learned a thing or two.” It was a tease. Still, it rolled through me like seduction.
