Sean sighed, looking at Lewis with a calm, almost genteel expression. "Mr. Horton, I get it, truly. I know this might annoy you, but I really, truly am just here for a meal."

He then turned to Keira. "Ms. Olsen, if I had any other intentions, I would have pursued you back in Oceanion. Besides, I've gone from being an eighty-pound skeleton to a whole 120 pounds because of your cooking—you should know me better than anyone."

Keira blinked. "I… practically raised him."

The way he put it sounded odd to her somehow. She frowned, considering. "Once a week, like before. Just like Oceanion. But, I'll be heading out of town soon, so I may not have time to cook."

Sean's assistant jumped in, "Ms. Olsen, are you going somewhere? We could tag along! Without you, our young master will starve to death!"

Keira raised an eyebrow.

Lewis scowled, not liking the way this sounded one bit. A strange tension settled in his chest. He had a little sense of urgency here.

Ryan Cobb had a thing for Keira, but Lewis had never been bothered. Ryan, with his praying beads and all, was practically monk-like and clearly had no intention of breaking his celibate streak. But Sean—thin,

cleared his throat, drawing Keira's gaze. She looked back to Sean. "Couldn't your family send a chef

when they follow your methods precisely, something's just missing. Our young master has the palate of a hound, so he can tell right away when it's just not

him a calm

up. "My mistake. Of course, you're not a dog, sir. Your sense of taste is just more sensitive…than

an imposition.

the smartest man alive! Genius-level IQ. It's said that if it

with a pointed

assistant promptly zipped it, looking sheepish. Sean met Keira's eyes. "But he's not wrong.

a small

but the moment he rose, his

with concern. "You look half-starved. I'll go make

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