“Are you sure you’re ready for dat?”
“I think so. I know, that isn’t very confident, but that’s all I can say. I can’t hide forever. I need to get over my past and that isn’t going to happen if I don’t get back out there. She made me promise that, if I needed a break, I would let her know.”
“Good. Don’t try to push yourself too hard, cher.”
“I’ll try not too. God, this is so good. Did you cook it yourself?” he asked, deliberately changing the subject.
“Oui,I did indeed. I’m glad you like it, Kitten.”
“You’re a really good cook, Remy.”
“I had to be. It was dat or spend a fortune eatin’ at restaurants all da time. I have better tings to do wit’ my money.”
Kylie watched him while they ate. “You look like something is on your mind. Spit it out, Cajun.”
“I’d like to formally introduce you to my mama and papa after dinner. If you’re up to it.”
Kylie stared at him for a moment. “I’d like that, Remy.” He was so different from Ezra. They were like night and day. She shook her head slightly. She was done comparing him and Ezra. Ezra was in the past. He was gone. Her future lay with the man seated across the table from her.
Remy
Remy watched Kylie as they enjoyed their dinner. Something was weighing on her mind. He could see it in her eyes. “What is it, Kitten? What’s botherin’ you?” He watched as she blinked at him before she set her fork down.
“I feel like I owe you an apology, Remy. When you said you wanted to formally introduce me to your parents, I thought ‘He’s so different from Ezra. They’re like night and day’. It’s unfair of me to keep comparing you to him, even in my own head. He’s gone, he is my past, and he has no control over me anymore. You, you’re my future. So I’m done mentally comparing you to him. I already know you are nothing like him and that is a very good thing.”
He moved to her side of the table before he took her hand and gently tugged her out of her seat. When she was standing he wrapped his arm around her. “You don’t have to apologize, Kitten, but I thank you all da same. I’ll do all I can to live up to your praise.” He dipped his head and kissed her temple before he nuzzled her. God, she smelled good. “I never did care for da scent of vanilla until now. Now, I tink it’s my most favorite scent.”
That made Kylie laugh, just as he’d intended. “Let’s finish dinner so I can take you to meet my mama and papa. I’ll warn you, mama is likely to hug you and not want to let go. She’s been waitin’ for dis day a while and was afraid I’d have to leave da Pard to find my mate.”
“It’s a damn good thing you didn’t leave then, isn’t it?”
“Oui,a very good ting.” He kissed her then let her go so she could sit back down. For dessert he decided to make Bananas Foster. He chuckled when Kylie arched a brow at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Makin’ da Bananas Foster for our dessert.”
“What’s in it?” Kylie asked, a note of curiosity in her voice.
“Bananas and vanilla ice cream.” At the look she gave him he chuckled. “It’s da sauce dat makes it special. Brown sugar, cinnamon, banana liqueur, and dark rum.”
“Rum and banana liqueur? That’s a lot of alcohol in a dessert.”
“Da fire burns a lot of da alcohol off,” he informed her as he set it aflame. It went out quickly, and he lifted the bananas out of the pan to place them in the bowls with the ice cream. Then he spooned the sauce over everything and carried their bowls to the table. “It’s a specialty at Brennans.”
“I’ve heard they have really good food.”
“Dey do. I tink we need to have dinner dere sometime.”
“Planning to wine and dine me, Cajun?”
The cheekiness in her question made him laugh. “Oh, I like dis side of you, Kitten. Dat is exactly what I plan on doin’.” The groan that escaped her when she took her first bite of dessert had his cock twitching. She had no idea the effect she had on him.
Once they finished eating and cleaned up the dishes, Remy escorted her out of his house and down the path to where his parents lived. He slid his arm around her waist and cocked a brow. “You’re quiverin’. Why?”
“Nerves.”
“Dere’s no’ting to be nervous about, Kitten.”
