He just didn't know yet.
"Go," Chase urged, leading the way in a big lope. The babies followed up instantly. Chase brought them to the most expensive restaurant in the city, telling them that they could order whatever they want. Monna was thrilled, picking a lot of desserts.
"I changed my mind. You're not a bad guy," Monna smiled at Chase, "I'm not saying you're good but yeah… You're not bad."
It should be a compliment. But Chase's face fell.
He sighed and covered his face with one hand, "I'm glad you think I'm not bad."
Mia only picked one little piece of cake.
Chase found that interesting. Her sister pieced so many desserts but she only picked one piece of cake.
So he asked, "You don't like desserts?"
"I'm on a diet," Mia answered impatiently.
On a diet? She was four! Chas
