James PoV
“I am sorry, baby. I am just surprised.”
“Say flabbergasted!” she pouts.
“How? I mean thank you so much baby, I know this takes a lot of time… but … Umm… How didn’t you burn the kitchen?”
“I took private lessons with Sawyer.” She smiles.
And that’s when it dawns on me, all the secrecy of the past week… Sawyer coming to visit every day…
“My little harp is sneaky!”
“It was hard not laughing when you got all jealous of me and Doug!” she playfully mocks me.
“So… What were you doing with him? Did he cook with you?” I ask.
Caveman mode is on, again, I guess.
“If it weren’t our first Christmas lunch, I would tease you and say yes.” She replies, shaking her head at me.
She takes my hand, interlacing our fingers together, and walks me to my seat.
I pull her into one last fer
