"Need extra hands?"
Axel's voice came from far too close, like he'd leaned in just enough to make the air thicken.
Evelyn's grip on the eggs tightened, and her heart clenched when the faint trace of his cologne reached her nose; fresh, clean, minty, and annoyingly distracting.
'He can cook? Wow! A man who can make breakfast feel like a crime scene investigation.'
A smile forms on her lips, imagining they are cooking together. But then, she quickly pushed those thoughts out of her mind.
"No. Just… return to your house and wait for my call," Evelyn wanted to snap. But, of course, she didn't. She wasn't foolish enough to believe Axel Knight would ever listen.
Instead, she paid no mind to him and concentrated on the task at hand. The eggs cracked smoothly against the edge of the bowl, the sound crisp and clear in the peaceful kitchen.
But he is still there, standing so close to her, annoyingly distracting her mind.
Without turning to him, she asked, "You can cook?"
