With a hint of pride in his voice, Quinn says, “She makes everything from scratch.” Declan says forcefully, “Don’t tell me you make homemade pasta!” When I nod, he groans. “Spider, you lucky bastard!” With arched brows, Sloane turns to Declan. “Why, exactly, is he so lucky?” Avoiding her searing gaze and an answer that might cost him a testicle, he takes a long drink from his wineglass.
