Meghan’s P.O.V.
I stood in the doorway to my living room, arms crossed as I watched Blade sit crouched in front of my fireplace. He had one knee on the ground, adjusting the logs and working the controls like it was second nature to him. My eyes kept drifting from the steady movement of his hands to the calm concentration on his face. Seeing him here, in my home, felt… right. Which was the most unsettling thing of all.
"Seriously, Meghan, how do you own a place with a fireplace and not know how to use it?" Blade’s voice broke into my thoughts, amusement threading through each word as he glanced back at me with that trademark grin.
I rolled my eyes, trying my best not to see how handsome he was looking right now.
“Because my dad always did it when I was growing up. He was convinced I’d
