Page 118 of Safe With You

“Wow.”

“What exactly were you expecting?”

“I don’t know. Something with personality.”

“My breakfast needs a personality?”

“Everything needs a little personality.”

“I’m eating it, not dating it.”

She laughed into her glass, and there it was again.

That feeling I’d had earlier while photographing her.

I liked making her laugh.

More than I should’ve been paying attention to.

I dropped my eyes to the menu even though I’d already decided what I wanted.

“So you cook?” Luna asked.

“What makes you think I cook?”

“You made Mila pancakes Saturday.”

That got my attention. “She told you that?”

“She told me a lot of things.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“It was mostly dinosaurs and the fact that you don’t let her have a turtle.”

“She does not need a turtle.”

“She strongly disagrees.”

“She also thinks she’d remember to feed it every day.”

Luna took a sip of tea. “Somebody has to advocate for her.”

“She has grandparents for that.”

“And now she has me.”

Something in my chest tightened at that.

“She’d appreciate that,” I said.

“See?”

“I’m still not buying the turtle.”

“I didn’t say you should.”

“You’re thinking it.”