Chapter Eleven

With every savory bite of the lamb served with homemade mint jelly, tiny roasted potatoes, and for dessert, homemade pudding topped with whipped cream that Emma wholeheartedly indulged in, Lucas felt a strange but warm stirring in his heart, enthralled by how her eyes lit up when she took a huge mouthful of the meal.

The way her lips embraced the fork as she withdrew it, and her tongue darted out to catch any stray crumbs and sauce, sent a sudden surge of desire through him. He could feel the warmth spreading in his stomach, and the tightness growing in his pants made him shift uneasily in his chair. He wondered if Emma was aware of the innocent effect she had on him.

Unaware of Lucas's inner turmoil, Emma continued to relish her meal. These were by far the most delicious meal she had ever tasted, and the fact that they were prepared by a man only piqued her interest. She had grown accustomed to taking care of all the household tasks, including cooking, laundry, and picking up after T