Melody's lips curled into a tiny smile as she watched Hunter expertly flipped a pancake. He was right, he could cook. She did not believe him even when he had told her that all of them in his house could cook, but after seeing the way he confidently carried himself in the kitchen, she knew that he belonged there.

If he did not like business, she was sure that, like Rebecca, he would also want to become a chef. He knew exactly where all the ingredients were and it made her think that he must always cook for himself anytime he was free.

Her toes curled up in her slippers...