Chapter 13 You Don't Know Me!
- Ronan
- The scent of something burning snapped me out of my thoughts.
- "Shit," I muttered, yanking the pot off the stove. The sauce had started to stick, bubbling way too fast for my liking. Chloe was the one who wanted dinner—so why the hell did she leave me to deal with it? She said she was just going to grab drinks. That was nearly an hour ago. I should've known better.