Darn it. Her eggs were getting cold and she loved scrambled eggs.
“I’m threatening him.” She’d thought that was pretty clear.
“With a butter knife? If you’re going to threaten someone you should do it with a knife like this.” North brought a knife out of somewhere. Where had he even been keeping it?
She didn’t know, but the darn thing was scary as heck. It looked deadly sharp, thin and nasty.
“I . . . I wouldn’t even want to touch a knife like that. I’d be too scared of hurting myself.”
North frowned. “Do you know how to stab someone?”
“No idea.”
He shook his head. “Your education is sadly lacking.”
“What kind of education teaches you how to use a knife like that?” she asked.
“A thorough one,” he told her. “I’ll teach you how to use a knife.”
“You will? Really?”
“Yes. We will do it after breakfast. Unless you want to take care of her punishment first?” he asked Jared.
“Hmm. That can wait.”
“Punishment? What punishment?” she asked.
“For pulling a knife on me,” Jared told her, plucking the knife out of her hand.
“But it’s blunt and it can’t really cause any damage. North said so.”
“I don’t believe I said that. With enough force anything can cause damage.”
“I wasn’t going to use it on you, though,” she said to Jared.
“Never pull a weapon on someone unless you plan to use it,” North told her sternly.
“It was a joke.”
“And it’s not funny to threaten someone,” North added.
Dear Lord.
“Now, eat, you’re going to need some energy.”
“Can’t wait. I’ve always wanted to know how to stab someone.”
At the moment, “someone” was him.
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She wasn’t coming.
Hmm. That surprised him. North didn’t think she would chicken out. Jared stepped into the gym and North raised an eyebrow at him.
“Came to watch,” Jared explained.
“Want some pointers now that you’re getting older?” North asked.
