Chapter Sixteen - The king cook has spoken

They arrived at Declan's apartment and he closed the door behind them. "So, what do you want to eat?" he asked as he slipped his shoes off. Habit he'd acquired somewhere and it stuck with him. At least he'd had the sense to have his own apartment for that. Giovanni may pay him they money for it, but his name was on the lease. And it would stay that way, whether Giovanni was a mafia boss or not.

Amara sighed as she slipped her own shoes off. "Hmm... something savory. Surprise me."

Declan nodded, going through a list of possibilities in his head. "How do you feel about raw fish?"

She raised her eyebrows, but didn't pull too much of a face. "Experimental. But up for it."

Declan grinned. "Excellent. Now go take a shower or something; I'll cook." There were extra towels in the guest bedroom.

Amara scoffed at him. "I'd have to get back into my dirty leotard if I showered!"

Declan shook his head. "Guest room wardrobe."

Amara raised her eyebrow.

"There's an outfit for you there."

She switched