14
LYNNE
“You know, sometimes I wonder where a skinny guy like you puts all that food,” I chided Connor as I cleared the dinner dishes from the table. “Think you’ll have room for the cake?”
“Cake?” he asked.
“Um-hmm.” I removed the cover from a cake plate, revealing a lopsided cake topped with six mismatched candles I’d gotten from Isabella, who had leftovers from her three kids birthdays. I placed it in front of him and lit the candles. “Happy birthday, Merlin.”
He looked up at me, puzzled. “How did you know—”
“Your birthdate’s on your passport, remember?” I reminded him. “I saw your passport when we were in Customs.”
“You didn’t have to sneak a peek. I’ll show you any part of me you wish to see,” he said with a wink.
I gave his shoulder a little slap. “Get your mind out of the gu
