Cain watched Jayden with a mixture of pride and disbelief. She had just demolished the entire meal he had prepared, and then some. Her belly was full, and her grin was wide as she leaned back in her chair, clearly satisfied.
"As expected of the man I chose," she said, patting her belly. "He is a great chef."
Cain felt a flush rise in his cheeks. Flattered, yes, but also a little annoyed. How was it possible that she had eaten more than Anna and he combined? Even Anna, normally reserved, seemed impressed by how quickly Jayden had eaten.
Cain's mind began to wander as he cleaned up the dishes. Maybe it wasn't just skill and practice that made his cooking so good. There was something else, something deeper. It was as if his ability to prepare and enjoy food was tied to something inside him, something innate. The way Jayden had devoured the meal suggested that there was more than just hunger at play.
