Dressed in the leggings and button-down flannel she�d packed in her overnight bag, Charley grabbed her stuff and headed for the kitchen downstairs, ready to call an Uber and say a final goodbye to Dorian Redthorne.
She found him bent over the stove, sprinkling herbs into a pan of scrambled eggs with a concentration that had her biting back a smile and rethinking her plans.
"I hope you�re hungry, love," he said without turning around, still focused on his culinary creation. Of course he�d known she was there�in addition to his other superpowers, Charley realized he probably had a superior sense of hearing and smell.
"I could eat," she admitted.
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