“Are you okay to drive?” Levi asked.
“Yeah. It’s not far.”
He nodded. “I’ll see you at your place then.”
Ten minutes later, he was working away in my kitchen. I wasn’t allowed to help; he’d ordered me to change out of my suit, made me a cup of hot cocoa, and pointed me to a chair in the breakfast nook, where I watched him as he worked efficiently. I loved having him in my kitchen. His presence made my apartment feel like a real home.
“What are you making?” I asked.
“Just a simple pasta with cherry tomatoes. It’s quick. Which is necessary when the Hell Sisters are hungry, and we only have a few minutes before they get really loud and obnoxious.”
“Are they really that terrible?” I chuckled