When they finish the conversation, Dylan walks up to us, he hits his fist against Liam’s, and without any further ado, sits down next to me. I freeze at once, and pray hard that he won’t do anything stupid, because even though I love his rare expressions of tenderness, it’s really not the time for them. Holding my breath, I let him lean over to me… and kiss me on the cheek. Then he winks at me. I’m not far from getting a heart attack.
I was convinced I wouldn’t be able to get a single bite down my throat, but we are having lunch in a surprisingly pleasant atmosphere. Katie and Lily were busy in the kitchen, giving instructions to the boys about how to help, they collaborated like a perfect, harmonious team. Katie didn’t let me help. She said, it’s out of the question that I would have to
