Beneath the Suit

whisk in one hand and batter on his forearm. Sophie leaned agai

n my kitchen, barefoot, flipping

l be wearing a ring before noon,"

oked on h

ned, one ey

h the glint in his eyes s

d up behind him, and wrappe

erious, a

s, then at the stack of im

f this is weakness..." He turned, cupped her face, and k

"Good. Because y

," he said, voic

little after that, but

even the burning pancake. At the moment, he knew he had found the very thing he was missing from