Marksman POV

Marksman walked into his house and paused, breathing in the scent. He wasn't quite sure what it was. It was food…or at least it had a smell. He kicked his shoes off and dumped his bag on the floor before heading toward the kitchen.

“Oh, hey. You’re home,” Ember said, spinning to face him when he walked into the room.

It didn’t surprise him to see Ember in his house. He’d given her a key, and they’d made plans to meet. What had surprised him was finding Ember in the kitchen, cooking…apparently?

“Hey,” he said, a smile twitching the corner of his lips. “Watcha doin’?”

Ember rolled her...