Chapter Fifty Two

LARA

If Gavin’s clean plate was any indication, he loved the food. It was very gratifying. I always loved when people enjoyed my cooking.

“On second thought I should probably help you more.” Gavin joked, putting the glass of water down.

I smiled, leaning back, a bit too full myself. “Oh this is nothing. You haven’t tasted my mother’s ravioli. You would be licking your fingers.”

The silence that fo