Aitana blinked. “You all cook? I’ve never heard that before.”
Her life had never crossed paths with the York family’s young masters. Before meeting Alex, she thought they lived in a different universe entirely. Why pay attention to their affairs?
The only times she’d noticed the Yorks were during publicized events—like when the eldest York master secretly married, or when his wife threatened divorce and then had a baby girl, the first daughter in generations. That had been big news; the family even handed out red envelopes to anyone who congratulated them.
Alex smiled. “We all know how to cook—and pretty well, too—because Grandma made us do it.
She’s eaten everything, invested in restaurants, and is extremely picky. If our cooking wasn’t up to her standard, she’d make us keep practicing.
But the best cook among us is my sixth brother, Tatum. He’s loved it since he was a kid and has a real knack for it.
My third brother Kevin runs the family’s hotel business. We have a lot of hotels under the York name, and he’s in charge of them.”