~Third Person~
"Yes." His expression didn't waver.
She blinked. "Draven, an Alpha in the kitchen to watch ice cream being made? That's unheard of."
In other words, she was asking, 'Have you, an Alpha, got nothing better to do other than stepping foot into the kitchen to watch food bring prepared?'
"Then I will be the first Alpha to break that record," he replied smoothly, not even looking at the bigger picture. Or maybe, he simply didn't care about his image.
Behind them, Dennis approached with the bags of fruit hanging heavily in both hands. He caught the last part of the conversation and grinned.
"Brother, the chefs are going to be uncomfortable with you looming in their space."
Draven looked at him without missing a beat. "Then they should leave the kitchen."
Dennis snorted, shaking his head, while Meredith only stared at Draven, caught between disbelief and a strange flutter of warmth at his words before they resumed their steps forward.
