Chapter Twelve - Repairs

Declan was really making progress repairing things; he'd even invited her to come to work with him. Even though he still hadn't given her a name to the place, or his employer, or coworkers. But she did want to work on trusting him more. And he worked at night, while she worked during the day; it was almost easier to set up that than a normal date. And now here they were, walking hand-in-hand down a street in the lamplight. Amara was both excited and nervous. Her tiredness from the day didn't really matter for the next few hours. She wasn't going to miss out on this.

"So, I get really snappy, critical, judgemental, and straight out cruel in my- the kitchen. It's stressful, hectic, rushing rushing rushing, and exhausting." Declan grinned and squeezed her hand. "It's also beautiful, spicy, serene, and the best place on earth. Sure you want to come? I am not at my best. The intensity is very heated."

Amara nodded. "I- understand. Sometimes it can get like that in rehearLeylas, practice, a