Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two

Maltes didn’t hesitate for a second. He strode forward with purposeful steps, allowing her to place the spoon gently to his lips. As the taste lingered, he closed his eyes, his tongue brushing along his lower lip to savor the subtle flavors left behind.

After a brief pause, he gave a single nod. “It’s good,” he said simply.

Genevieve smiled, sensing there was more to say. “But it’s missing something, isn’t it?”

He looked at her, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “May 17?”

She nodded in confirmation.

Without a word, Maltes moved over to the oven and reached up to the cabinet above it. His fingers trailed across the rows of herbs until he selected a few carefully.