Deidra's P.O.V.
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"As always, that was amazing Claire," I said with a genuine smile on my face. "I'm going to gain so much weight on this vacay."
Claire chuckled at that as she patted my hand. Brix squeezed my knee under the table, like a gentle reminder that he was still there. As if I needed the reminder. Being touched by him is like touching a live-wire. But it's also calming. It's weird, I know.
"Thank you dear," she said.
"Does your guardian not cook?" Birdie asked me. "Deb, right?"
I nodded.
"Birdie," Brix scolded her before I could open my mouth.
"No, it's okay," I cut in before they could start bickering. "I get it. People have questions. Ask away," I told Birdie, giving her a smile. "To answer your question though... no, Deb is not a good cook
