Chapter Twelve
Flynn
Daphne stared at me, pink tingeing her cheeks before she looked down at the pan in front of her and turned off the burner flame underneath it. When her auburn lashes swept up again, she lifted her chin slightly, and a jolt of electricity sizzled down my spine. I’d just lost my mind.
Cat squealed, abruptly reminding me I wasn’t alone with Daphne. She had the strangest effect on me, causing me to instantly forget other people were nearby. I hadn’t laid a finger on her—hell, I hadn’t even gotten within a foot of her—since my temporary break from reality that night. It didn’t matter; nothing seemed to cool my ardor for her.
I stuffed another piece of cheese in my mouth and walked out of the kitchen with Grant trailing me.
“Good choice. Daphne’s the best cook we’ve eve
