Chapter 48

He offers his hand when I reach the foot of the stairs, I take it, my stomach knitted painfully with the focus in the dark depths of his eyes.

"Thank you." I whisper but I know he hears me.

He pulls out my chair for me and I sit. The kitchen extends to the dining room with its long luxurious wooden table and high backed chairs. Linc seats beside me. I look at the food and I have to stop myself from salivating. My eyes bulge though and Linc laughs.

"I remember you liked my steak." He says and I blush. I can't even hide it from him.

Linc has made ribeye steak medium rare, oven roasted potatoes and spiced asparagus. It was the first thing I ate in his house. He made it and my mom gushed and gushed about it. I didn't say anything because I was irritated or disgusted or jealous or all of the mentioned. But I enjoyed it. I remember that meal at random times over the years and it makes me smile.

Linc must have noticed. Because I remember I didn't say anything. I just