Page 46 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

Even though I’d learned the code to Liam’s phone while we were working on the wards, I didn’t want details, so I didn’t type it in.

Everything could wait until after breakfast. Err, dinner. The sun was already setting.

I could’ve just stopped at one of the restaurants for food, but I was craving pancakes. The homemade kind.

So, after I finished rubbing my eyes, I dug around for ingredients.

And came up empty-handed.

Liam shuffled into the kitchen and sat down at the table while I was searching the cabinets. “What are you looking for?”

“Pancake ingredients.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Any chance you know if we have anything? The only food item I found was an expired can of beans.”

“Beans don’t really expire.”

“They definitely do.”

He leaned back in his seat. “We don’t have anything. I don’t cook.”

“You don’t like to, or you don’t know how?”

“The latter.”

My eyebrows shot upward. “You can’t be serious. You’re ancient, aren’t you?”

“Notancient. And I live in a resort. There’s good food in the restaurants. I never needed to learn.”

“The restaurants are good, but it’s nice to cook for yourself sometimes. If we pick up some ingredients—or if someone doesit for us, I guess, since I’m kind of being hunted—I can show you.”

“I’ll arrange it.”

“Thanks.” I dragged a hand through my hair. It was a tangled mess, but it would’ve been much worse if Liam hadn’t washed it for me. “And thanks for helping me shower last night. I was pretty wiped out.”

“You don’t need to thank me for that.” His ears went red.

I was starting to like it when he was embarrassed. “Well, I did anyway.” My stomach rumbled loudly.

“I’ll order food.”

“I should see if Madison and Vera want to meet up for dinner instead. They’re both leaving in a few days.”

Liam’s expression changed. I had no idea what he was thinking or feeling, but he was clearly thinking and feelingsomething.

“Okay,” he said.

“That’s not anokayface.” I turned toward him, folding my arms over my chest. His eyes lowered to my breasts, and I knew my transparent tank top was giving him plenty to look at. Considering how things had gone the night before, it definitely wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before.

Liam didn’t respond.

“Crack the egg, Steam,” I said, bringing up our conversation about sharing your thoughts.

He let out a quiet breath. “It doesn’t matter.”

I stared at him, eyes narrowed.

Liam waited another minute before he grudgingly admitted, “I was hoping we could talk about the bond over dinner.”

I blinked. “Like a date?”