Chapter 91: So You Think You Can Cook?

I'm meeting Marisol today. Zeke talked about her a lot since the phone call. She seems like his close friend from work. I don't know what to expect. I also don't like that I don't know what to expect, but Zeke's being extra today. Stolen kisses and constant public displays of affection. I catch Drusila breaking a smile a few times while watching us.

Aiden whispers to me before I enter the car. "We all need to take lessons from you, Marelyn. The Alpha's smitten to his shoes and that's a miracle."

I don't know how to respond to that, so I just spare an awkward smile and slip into the backseat. Zeke takes my hand the second I get in. It will take a while to get used to all of this. This entire new routine and the butterflies on steroids in the pit of my stomach.

When we arrive at our destination, it's almost ten am. We've stopped before a black and orange glass-curtain, elegant-looking building titled 'So You Think You Can Cook'. The sign is bold, and it's the easiest thing to sight d