I devour two of the three crostini and by the time I’ve picked up the third one, I’ve forgotten the whole reason I stormed out of this kitchen in the first place.
“This is incredible. You are—This is the best food I’ve tasted in… ever.”
“Jace won’t be happy to hear that.”
“Then don’t tell him.” I take a bite of my third crostini and then stare at it lovingly. “I promised myself that if I were lucky enough to become a mother one day, I would make my kids home-cooked meals all the time.”
I shrug. “That was before I realized that boiling water was a challenge for me. But at least our kid will have a father who can cook.”
His good humor evaporates. Whatever easy peace we’d momentarily settled into is gone in the pinch of his brows.
“I know you’re the big bad don and all, but surely you’l
