He was clearly clueless in the kitchen—probably couldn’t even make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, let alone grilled beef bites or lamb skewers.

His lips were pressed tight, eyes lowered, looking like he was about to defuse a bomb instead of just cooking. The concentration was almost comical.

It didn’t take long before Ivy caught a whiff of something burning.

Ethan held up one of the skewers, “Is this done?”

Ivy took it from him, ...