"I will make dinner for you," Ophelia murmured. She felt bad that he had waited to eat with her only for her to come home with a full stomach.

"You will cook for me?" he asked, staring at her.

"Of course," she said, trying to wiggle her way out of his arms that were now firmly wrapped around her. "Let me go; I would love to make a meal for my husband."

"I like the sound of that." Cade's voice had suddenly gone down from the tone he had and was now sounding deeper than usual.

"That I am going to make you dinner?" She asked confused. It was not...