MAXINE

“Don’t cut yourself,” I warned, watching as he chopped through a carrot. He was more confident now. “I’m not sure how good I am at first aid.”

“I’ve handled worse,” he replied. “And besides, I’ve got this under control.”

I found myself smiling again. It was nice, seeing him like this. He looked less like a ruling Alpha and more like just a guy trying to impress someone. He looked almost normal.

He moved on to the herbs next, picking up a bunch of parsley. ...