Page 49 of Knot a Good Idea

And that’s fine. This is what the arrangement is.

“Liam and Hunter…” he sighs and shakes his head. “They would like to play more…gameswith you before we leave.”

I chuckle, but the scowl doesn’t leave his face. “You don’t sound too excited.”

“I’m not a game person.”

I nod. “Good to know. You’re a good sport for entertaining them, at least.”

“If you hadn’t brought up board games, I wouldn’thaveto entertain them.”

I shrug and take a seat at the spacious kitchen island, still overwhelmed by its size.

If Skylar and I could spend one day in here with an unlimited budget, we could createmasterpiecesmade of pastry.

Donovan plates what he was cooking, grabs silverware, and places the plate on the island. Then he pushes it toward me, an eyebrow raised in offering.

He’s not exactly telling me what to do, unlike last night when he ordered me to eat.

And Iamhungry. I haven’t had an appetite in ages, it seems.

“I’m cooking for everyone,” he quips, as if he senses my reluctance. “You just came to the kitchen first.”

I slide the plate over cautiously, raising an eyebrow.

“You made this?”

Up close, the food looks mouthwatering. My stomach rumbles in agreement as I inhale the rich scent of garlicky potatoes, spicy sausage, and sizzling bacon, with a fried egg and melted cheese on top.

It looks seasoned to perfection, too. The egg is perfectly cooked with just the right amount of runny yolk and garnished with green onions.

“Are you surprised?” Donovan asks.

“I just didn’t think you cooked much.”

He raises an eyebrow. “When I designed this house, I wanted a kitchen like this for a reason. Not just so I could pay a chef to come in and do all the work. I grew up cooking a lot for my family.”

“Oh,” I say, feeling slightly chastised.

That is not what I expected him to say. I can’t imagine the man in front of me ever cooking for an entire group of people. I would assume he’d rather pay someone else to do it.

I pick up my fork, scoop a bit of potato, egg, and bacon onto it, and take a bite.

Holyshit.

Skylar’s a good cook and an even better baker, just like me. My mother went to culinary school and is an incredible cook.

But Donovan’s dish is up there with some of the best savory breakfasts I’ve tasted.

I look at him, my eyes wide, and put a hand to my mouth before I make an embarrassing noise. But he’s still looking at me with concern in his eyes, his lips pulled into a thin line.

“It’s delicious,” I tell him honestly after I swallow. “Truly. Thank you.”

He nods. “Good.”

He watches me take a few more bites until I give him a look. “Are you not going to eat?”

“I’ll do my best to not tell you what to do anymore,” he says lowly, ignoring my question. “I’ve been accused by others of being…bossy. And I can understand why you might not want that.”

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