Veronica's POV
"I already told you—that's off-limits. Back off and quit pushing!" I switched topics fast. "Got any food around here? What's for lunch?"
"Everything's prepped and waiting in the fridge." Leonardo pulled open the refrigerator, revealing shelves packed with ingredients.
Obviously, he'd orchestrated this whole thing. Probably timed the damn storm too, right?
I kept my expression cold, speaking like I owned the place.
"Cook something. I'm starving."
The words felt familiar—like I'd bossed him around the same way when he was recovering.
"You got it! Go relax. I'll holler when it's done."
Leonardo pushed up his sleeves, practically bouncing with excitement to get cooking.
I headed upstairs and wandered past his study.
