Sophie didn't wait for him to respond.
Her fingers slipped back into his, warm and certain, and with a small, satisfied smile, she began pulling him along.
"Come on," she said, glancing back at him over her shoulder, her hair catching the low light as it shifted with the motion. "Before I change my mind and decide you don't deserve to taste it."
Bruce allowed himself to be dragged, his steps unhurried, his gaze resting on her with quiet amusement.
"You wouldn't do that."
Sophie's smile widened slightly. "You sound very sure."
"I am."
She huffed softly, but didn't argue, her grip tightening just a little as she led him through the doorway and into the kitchen.
The space was warm, softly lit, the kind of place that felt lived in rather than used. Familiar. Comfortable. The faint scent of herbs still lingered in the air from earlier, mingling with the quieter hush of the evening that had settled around the house.
