Zavier's eyes lingered on her face a second too long before he sat down across from her. "But you keep mumbling to yourself," he said, studying her. "It's worrisome."
Zara exhaled slowly. "I'm fine," she lied, though the truth sat like a stone in her gut.
Because that book?
It was the blueprint of an entire secret empire.
And she didn't trust Zavier not to become a mini god with that kind of power.
"What do you want to eat? I'll order something," he asked, cutting into her thoughts.
Zara shook her head with a faint smirk. "You should learn how to cook at least."
Zavier scoffed. "How many people still cook these days? Even married couples order takeout now. It's less stressful."
"I guess it just comes easy to Kendrick," Zara muttered, instantly regretting how she treated him yesterday. "Oh, God."
Zavier glanced up from his phone. "Did you say something?"
"Burrito bowl and chicken wings," she replied quickly, not wanting to draw his attention.
