Evan sat the pan on the burner, oil hissing as soon as it touched the heat. The sharp sound steadied him, something tangible to focus on while Kari sat at the counter, chin resting on her hand, eyes following his every move. He tossed the chicken into the skillet, the sizzle filling the kitchen.
“Where did you learn to cook?” she asked, voice soft.
He reached for a wooden spoon, stirring, letting the motion calm the restless energy in his chest.
“My grandmother was the pack chef when I was a boy. I didn’t really apply myself in school and the alpha made a rule for me. Every time I failed a test or homework assignment, I had to spend an evening in the kitchen helping her.”
“Did you spend a lot of evenings with her?”
Evan huffed a laugh, keeping his eyes on the pan. “Let’s just say I w
