Chapter 242

Isla's POV

The oil popped in the pan, a sharp hiss that filled the kitchen as I threw in the minced garlic and ginger.

I used a wooden spoon to push them around, watching the pale bits turn golden before sliding the chopped onions off the cutting board. The scent bloomed instantly.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear him approach. Graham had a way of moving that was completely silent.