Page 64 of The October Arrangement

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing.” I walked out of the closet.

“You were staring at me.”

“So?” I turned and looked at her.

“So it’s weird.”

“I’ve seen you naked, Bella. I’m allowed to stare.”

Her cheeks turned a light shade of red.

“I knew that would do it.” I winked.

“You’re such an ass, Montclair.”

“I know. Let’s go eat.”

We stepped into the kitchen, and the table was set.

“Can I help with anything?” I asked.

“No. You just go sit down and act like the king you are.”

“I like that.” I grinned, taking a seat at the table.

“I’m sure you do.” She turned to the oven.

She pulled out a large baking dish, brought it to the table, and set it on a hot pad in the center. I stared at it. It looked like homemade macaroni and cheese.

“Is that macaroni and cheese?” I asked.

“Not just any ordinary mac and cheese. It’s lobster mac and cheese.”

“Oh?” My eyes lit up.

She set a plate of freshly baked bread on the table.

“Now I know you didn’t make this.” I reached over and grabbed a slice.

“I stopped at a bakery on the way home after shopping and picked it up.”

I picked up my fork and dug into the macaroni and cheese I scooped onto my plate.

“Jesus. This is really good,” I said.

“You sound surprised.” She smiled.

“I am.”

“Excuse me?” Her brow arched.

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Well, you never asked.”

“In the short time you’ve been here, I’ve never seen you cook a thing.”