He shook his head and stuffed pancakes into his mouth.
This was too easy.
“Liam, honey, look at me.”
He looked at me.
“If you ever have any questions—”
“I’ll ask,” he said with his mouth full.
“Don’t talk with food in your mouth, baby,” I admonishedgently.
He nodded and turned back to his plate.
I guessed it was that easy.
Even so, I didn’t like it.
I’d have to keep an eye.
Something I did for a long time.
And as I did that, it seemed it was what it was.
Just that easy.
“No, you got to taste.Don’t just throw the salt in.You gotta see how much it needs first,” I heard Toni say to Liam.
They were in the kitchen, cooking.
I didn’t know what they were making, it was a surprise.
I just knew it was going to be good.
Tony strolled to where I was sitting on their couch in theirliving room and handed me a fresh glass of wine.
“Thanks,” I murmured, taking it.
He then sat down beside me in the couch.
Rightbeside me.
I froze, seeing as Tony had never done anything like this inall the years I’d known him, and I’d be very disappointed if this was what itseemed like it was going to be.
I gave him the side eye.
“Beenpiecin’ shit together foryears,” he said low.
Hovering on the precipice of disappointment was gone, now Iwas confused.
“Toni doesn’t want me to tell you.But I disagree,” hedeclared.“You should know.”
Right.
Now I was bracing.
“Know what?”I asked.
