Dream Mate
Zoe and I had mirrored smirks as his brow furrowed, pausing mid-dice to look at us.
“So…how have things been going, Papa?” I arched my brow. I fell right into step as a sous chef. I knew what he was making just by his ingredients, so I started working on the next steps.
“We want all the details, Zio Alec.” Zoe wiggled her eyebrows...
“I will not be discussing any details with you or anyone. You mistake me for Chesed if you believe I am the sort who kisses and tells.” Papa shook his head.
“Ooh, there was kissing.” Zoe and I squealed, purposely taunting him. Despite Crista’s sour mood that I’m sure Chesed had a hand in, I’m happy they are getting past the terrible way they met last night.