“I can make my own bowl of cereal; you know?” Aleah said from the kitchen island where she sat watching Kade work around the kitchen.
Kade paused in the process of pouring the cereal into a plastic bowl. He looked up and gave her a lazy arched brow. “What? You can trust me to cook your food, but you can’t trust me with cereal in a box?”
A snort cut through the air. Aleah placed her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her right palm. “Suit yourself. I was just trying to spare you. You already made my coffee and cut up my fruits.”
“So?” Kade shrugged dismissively and went back to pouring the cereal until he deemed it was enough to replenish all the energy she had spent last night and kick-start her day. “I like taking care of you. Deal with it. Now, tell me… Do you like your cereal
