Koda’s P.O.V.
The sounds of clinking pots and pans filled the air inside the kitchen, as I was working on meal after meal after meal, finding myself lost in a routine of chopping vegetables and stirring sauces. Even though my body was working on automatic pilot, my brain was still being drawn to one particular gorgeous woman inside my restaurant, one who I knew for a fact was standing behind my bar right this very second. And I couldn’t help but smirk at that thought, thinking about our date tomorrow night, and the things I had planned for her in order to make it the best date night she had ever had. But my daydream was scattered, by the sound of the kitchen door opening, and I glanced up to see my baby sister, Eluna, walking inside the kitchen. She did it a couple of times every day, whe
