Chapter 233
- At a little after seven, the meal she’d made steaming and fragrant, the table decorated with wild orchids from the garden, Zoe knocked on Leandro’s study door—and was answered with an indistinct noise halfway between a snarl and a hello.
- ‘Dinner’s ready,’ she called, and inwardly winced at how wifely she sounded.
- ‘Leave a plate by the door,’ Leandro barked back, and Zoe stiffened.