The table was set, and the food was served. We ate in silence. I couldn't stop humming; it was so delicious.
Chase grinned. "I'm glad you like it. This is my first time cooking for a lady," he said, which took me by surprise.
"You don't mean it!" I said, shocked. "You've never cooked for any of your ladies?"
He shook his head with a smile. "You are the first. Only you can make me cook for you, Lisa."
I rolled my eyes. "Stop trying to make my head swell."
He winked. "That's exactly the plan."
I giggled. "Whatever. I feel so lucky to be the first female to taste your meal."
"I've always cooked for myself, just myself, and nobody. I'm no one's slave," he said, and I rolled my eyes.
"Why must you be cocky at every end of a conversation?"
"I think it's part of your trait, same wi
