Lena’s POV

I gathered the plates from the small dining table beside the kitchen, stacking them carefully in my hands, feeling his eyes—that burned with so much impatience and curiosity so intense enough to make my skin prickle—on me again.

“So,” Cole said casually even though there was nothing casual about the way he leaned back on the counter watching me like a hawk, “are you going to show me what you said you have for me, or are you planning to torture me all night?”

Biting ...