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Lucien Vale has never tasted anything-not sweetness, not spice, not even salt.
Every bite feels like sand, every meal a reminder that his world is dull, lifeless, and cold.
Doctors call it a rare condition.
He calls it a curse.
A single bite.
One dish.
Her cooking.
For the first time, flavor rushes over him like a forgotten dream-and it only happens when she is the one behind the stove.
As Lucien returns for more, he begins to crave more than the food.
He's drawn to her warmth, her laughter, her presence.
She's color in his gray world.
She's taste in a life that's been numb for so long.
But the more he begins to savor her, the more he fears:
what if she's the only flavor his heart will ever recognize?