Chapter 30

Nora's POV

The apartment smells like garlic, white wine, and home.

I'm wrist-deep in shrimp scampi, humming off-key to whatever indie playlist Elias put on, when the doorbell rings.

I wipe my hands on the apron Caleb bought me last Christmas (it says KISS THE COOK, BUT ONLY IF YOU BROUGHT WI...

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