He added that to his list to get into later.
But it was low on the list…for now.
“Contact them. I’ll make my coffee,” he ordered.
She nodded.
He let her go and went to the coffee maker. She went to her phone.
After he added the sugar and took a sip, he looked out the massive window behind the sink that rested at the back of the house and saw her father and his mother sitting on the deck. Ned with one of their substantial rustic mugs, his mother sipping out of a delicate teacup.
He moved back to Blake and rested his hips against the counter close to her just as her phone chirped.
She read the text.
“Oh good, the G-Force is on it,” she said to her phone, her thumbs flying over the screen.
He took another sip and asked, “The G-Force?”
She sent her next text, put her phone down and looked up at him. “The G-Force. Kind of like gay superheroes. Though, they only deal in justice within New York’s elite social set.”
Sounded like men he’d want to meet.
Dair smiled. “Aye, so they’ll be all over dispensing justice to your mother.”
Her gaze wandered to her phone. “They seem keen about it.”
“Feel better?” he asked.
She returned to him. “I should have thought of them before.”
That was the perfect lead-in to asking about her seeming surprised that she had friends, but a tone sounded in the room.
Upon which she announced, “The muffins are done.”
Muffins?
She moved to the oven and Dair watched as she pulled out a tin filled with what looked like perfectly baked American muffins, browned in bits, but the color was lime.
“What are those?” he asked.
“Pistachio muffins,” she answered, resting them on the island.
Holy hell.
They smelled ludicrously good.
But how long had the woman been up?
Clean kitchen. Homemade muffins.
She flicked off the oven mitt and turned to him. “Do you think Davi will be okay if we have breakfast without her? The bacon is done and warming, the eggs are ready to cook. Dad and Kenna have been up for a while. And we should eat these muffins while they’re warm. Warm muffins are the best. I can make fresh eggs for her when she gets up.”
Dair didn’t move.
No.
He couldn’t.
