Expecting...And In Danger. Eileen Wilks

his kitchen with a small, worried vee between her eyebrows. “I had no idea you knew how to cook. Your kitchen—” She waved one hand at the counter. “Everything’s clean. Not just wiped-down clean, but put-away clean. The rest of your place is a mess, but the kitchen is neat. And you’ve got enough pots hanging in the pot rack to open a kitchen supply store.”