Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
I ask, grinning and wrapping my arms around my knees as I watch him.
“You like honey,” he murmurs, his attention still on the tray as he opens the packet of cookies and puts a few out on a plate. “I noticed. Plus, ginger and honey is good together.” Carefully, he lifts the saucer holding the teacup and hands it to me. “It’d be better if there was a little lemon to add too, but,” he shrugs. “We can trick you into eating fruits and vegetables when we get to land.”
“Really? Lemon?” I say, curious and taking a sip of my tea, enjoying the way the warmth runs down my throat. And, in particular, the view of my handsome mafia boyfriend over the rim of the cup.