His fingertips were so white that they mirrored the red of the tomatoes, giving a visual treat that was unrivaled.

Serena stood in the doorway for a moment, suddenly not wanting to go up and intrude.

She turned away and sat on the couch in the living room.

The sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen made her feel simple and happy.

Half an hour later, Matthew came out with two plates and froze when he saw her.

Serena rushed over and took the plates and set them on the table.

He fried the steaks and made a couple of sandwiches.

Matthew unhooked the apron from his body...