Cassie felt it before she could stop it. A small, traitorous flutter in her chest. Her heart twitched, soft and confused. This was her first time stepping fully into his house, and now he wanted her to cook for him too?
She shook her head lightly, grounding herself. "I already overcharged," she said, trying to sound casual. "So don't worry about it. The next time I cook, I'll make something for you. Now… where's Tristan?"
Franklin studied her for a moment, something shifting quietly behind his eyes.
He realized how badly he'd misjudged her in the beginning, assuming her acceptance of his compensation meant greed. If Cassie had wanted more, she would've asked for it, plain and simple.
"With my parents," he replied. "We can go pick him up later."
"We?" Cassie repeated, narro
