My heart stops. “Why?”
His eyes meet mine. Serious now. Intent.
“Because there’s something I need to ask her.”
54
Mary
“You’re being weird.”
Anton doesn’t look up from his phone. “I’m always weird.”
“Weirder than usual.” I steal a piece of bacon from his plate. “You made me pancakes, eggs, bacon,andhash browns. That’s excessive even for you.”
“You’re eating for two.”
“The baby is the size of a plum. She doesn’t need this much food.”
“She needs protein.”
“She needs you to stop dodging my questions.” I lean across the counter. “What do you need to ask my grandmother?”
His mouth tilts up. “You’ll find out.”
“Anton.”
“Malyshka.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.” He finally looks up, eyes dancing with amusement. “Finish your breakfast.”
I glare at him. He smirks back.
This has been going on for twenty minutes. Ever since he mentioned Grandma, he’s been infuriatingly vague.
“Is she okay?” I try a different angle. “Is something wrong?”
“She’s fine.”
“Then why—?”
“Eat.” He pushes my plate closer. “The faster you eat, the faster you find out.”
I shove a forkful of pancake in my mouth. Chew aggressively. Swallow. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic.”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“Very much.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” He stands and moves around the counter. Cages me in with his arms on either side of me. “You love me.”
“Debatable right now.”
