"I hadn't."
Luca wandered over and stole a cube of cheddar. I slapped his hand.
"Oi."
"I was quality testing."
"You've eaten four pieces already.”
"I've quality tested four pieces."
"Get your own board."
"This is my café."
"And this is my cheese board."
He gasped dramatically. "The betrayal."
"The audacity."
"The oppression."
I suppress a smile and then I point towards the children. "Go supervise."
He looked horrified. "They're sticky."
"They're your customers."
"They're tiny terrorists."
"They're adorable."
"They're adorable terrorists."
I couldn't even argue with that. Noah handed me a glass of wine.
"So…”
I point my finger at him. "Don't."
"I haven't said anything."
"You're about to."
“I was merely wondering…”
“No.”
“…if you’ve spoken to Jake yet?”
I closed my eyes. "I hate all of you."
"I don't think you do," Harper said.
"You'd be surprised."
Alexander smiled over the rim of his glass. "I've heard he's a good bloke."