"He watches me for a few seconds before reaching out and catches my hand across the table, interlacing my fingers in his in a gesture that makes me instantly forget how much of an ass he s been all morning."
" I m glad you came home with me, glad that we talked and had us time. Smiling at me honestly, no cool guard up and I melt back at him, all moods fluttering away in the light of that smile."
" Me too. I pull my hand away as I see Madame of the kitchen coming our way with plates and a dish towel slung over one arm. Even though I know there s nothing in it, it makes me uncomfortable, her seeing when he s being warmly affectionate. She smiles brightly, completely pleased with herself no doubt, for her culinary masterpiece, as she slides two plates of pancakes in front of u
