I huffed a laugh. “Oh no. That’s not for you.”
His eyes lifted.
“That’s because he thinks I don’t eat enough.”
Damian looked at my plate again as I speared another bite of pasta. The pull of the bond tightened, approval humming through it. For a moment, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Smart man,” he said.
Before I could respond, a booming voice cut across the dining room. “Madonna mia! You haven’t touched the bread!” Giorgio appeared beside the table like he’d been summoned by the offense. He planted the basket of garlic bread closer to me with exaggerated disapproval. “You think I bake this for decoration?” he demanded.
I laughed. “Giorgio, we just started.”
“Started? Started?” He gestured dramatically at Damian. “And you! You sit there letting her starve?”
Damian blinked once, cl
