Dominick’s gaze returned to his menu. “I’ll take the banana and brown sugar.”
“Now, that’s my son’s favorite.” She smiled at us. “Cinnamon whipped butter to go with it?”
“Why not?”
“Shouldn’t take too long. Let me know if you need any refills,” she said and left.
“If you’d ordered the eggs Benedict—which I’m sure is excellent, by the way—I would have felt like I’d failed at describing how amazing these pancakes are. You’d have done yourself a disservice by not trying them.”
“I’m not big on sweets.”
My eyes widened. “You mean … at all?”
He chuckled. “At all—for breakfast or dessert.”
“I don’t know if I can finish this brunch now that this information is in my possession.”
His smile didn’t fade. “Don’t hold it against me.” He held his coffee mug to his lips, keeping it there after h
