“The kitchen. Karina always has food for me because I never know when I’m going to be home.”
Faith had never felt jealousy before, but at that moment, it roared through her. “Karina?”
“She’s the cook.”
“You have a cook?” Jesus, how wealthy was he?
He stopped and held her shoulders. “Listen to me, love. We, and yes, I mean we as in you and me together, since you live here now, we also have a butler, Stuart, who’s in charge of the whole house. Karina, who cooks, and several maids Stuart bosses around. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
“I’ve never had anyone take care of things like that for me.”
“You’ll get used to it eventually. In the meantime, try not to let it bother you.”
She nodded and tried to smile. The word she would have used was intimidate, not bother.
She had serious doubts about fitting in, and it worried her. But at that moment, she just wanted to enjoy being with Rylan.