Elena's POV
"Honey, take this. Open up."
A piece of muffin was shoved into my mouth before I could think, and just like that Mom walked in wearing her black apron, a fresh tray in her hands and her little goggles on. Her eyes settled on Dad and me standing like restrained children caught in the act. My eyes went wide.
Her gaze travelled from me to Dad then back again. I fought to keep a straight face. She was not going to look away.
Dad's hand stretched from beneath the counter, his pinky brushing lightly over mine. The warmth of the unfinished muffin still in his other hand grazed my arm, almost making me c***k.
Nope. He was not about to land me in the middle of the mom stare.
I shifted one step sideways.
Faking a small gasp I pressed my hands over my mouth, chewing rapidly and swa
