Chapter 46

“I can manage,” Sloane said, a little too quickly, grabbing the vegetables. Dominic plucked them from her hands with effortless calm. “I’ll rinse these.” The sound of running water filled the silence. His movements were precise, almost methodical, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, veins visible under tanned skin. He wasn’t doing much, but somehow the room felt smaller, and her heartbeat louder. “You’re staring,” he said suddenly, not looking at her. “I’m what?” She blinked. He finally turned his head, a ghost of amusement tugging at his lips. “Am I doing it wrong?” Sloane laughed softly, shaking her head. “No. Just didn’t picture the great Alpha Volkov doing dishes, that’s all.” He hummed, a low sound that sent a ripple down her spine. “Guess I’m full of surprises.” Her wolf stirred, restless. Apparently. Trying to shake off the warmth creeping up her neck, she joked, “Must be nice having people to cook for you all the time. I burn toast on good days.” He gave a faint smile, eyes stil