"Never thought the heir of the Rivers family could cook," I teased, unable to hide my smile.
Connor glanced over his shoulder, his ice-blue eyes warm with amusement. He rinsed the vegetables unhurriedly.
"Remember that healing broth I brought you last time? The one you asked where I bought it?" he asked. "I made it myself."
My eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. "You cooked that? Why did it taste exactly like my mother's cooking from years ago?"
Connor's expression softened. "I secretly learned it from Sarah back when I used to come over for family gatherings."
I shook my head, skeptical. "Impossible. You only came to our house a handful of times before my mother passed away. How could you have learned everything?"
Instead of arguing, Connor simply continued his work, slicing
