Assistant for the Evening

Cora's POV

I leaned against the counter, watching him. "Who taught you?"

His hands stilled on the pasta dough. Just for a second. "Mom."

My eyebrows shot up. "Oh. That's... good."

"Good?"

"So you were a mummy's boy years ago, Mr. Thorne." I couldn't help the teasing lilt in my voice. "Your mom must be proud that you're about to wow me with her recipe. She must have been a great cook."

"She was." H