Seona's POV
Hurrying my way back toward the worktop, I start clearing the ingredients from where they sit, placing everything back where I found it. Running a sink of soapy water, I quickly wash every pot, pan and bowl I used, drying them carefully and putting them away again, not relaxing until the kitchen is as pristine as it was when I found it.
I drop the cloth into the now empty sink, resting my hands on the edge as I suck in a deep breath before straightening up and turning around. A scream lodges in my throat at the sight of the huge soldier, in his customary hoodie, leaning casually against the doorframe watching me.
I grasp at the fabric of the shirt I’m wearing, trying to calm my rapid heartbeat as I stare at him.
‘It’s very early Seona’ he rumbles, staying in his spot, ‘why
