Chapter 52
- ROSE’S POV
- The kitchen was warm. I leaned against the counter, watching Taylor move around like he owned the place. He wasn’t even helping. He was just leaning close enough to swipe the wooden spoon from me whenever I reached for it.
- “Seriously, Rose,” he teased, holding the spoon high above his head, “if cooking was a sport, you’d… well, you wouldn’t even qualify for the team.”