A Taste of Home

“Anything is fine.”

Life on the island ran on a simple rhythm. Three times a day, Killian tied an apron around his suit-shoulders and surrendered himself to the stove.

Ingredients arrived by helicopter, silver blades beating the sky before lowering crates of vegetables, seafood, and spice onto the sun-bleached deck.

Watching him move through the open kitchen, Sloane drifted back to the nights they