He seemed almost scared, even though his expression and dark gaze—ever fixed on me—hardly had changed since I’d walked through his front door. I decided to speak softer, maybe come across less threatening. Vi said I could sometimes appear aggressive when I was excited. And I was so very excited standing in his kitchen, basking in his delicious essence. I glanced down at the perfectly iced pink cupcakes. “This one is my favorite. Strawberries and cream.”
