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As I drink my wine, Kieran and I both smile at each other, and I notice he takes a second longer just to stare at my face before drinking his wine. I don’t know what that look was about but it’s sending shivers up and down my spine.
“Hm, the lasagna’s great!” He beams as he eats.
“It’s my mom’s recipe,”
“She must be a great cook,”
“She was. I learned everything from her,” I say proudly. “Does your mom cook too?”
“Nah, the maids do all the cooking,” He shakes his head and continues eating.
For a split second, watching Kieran eat my cooking so happily reminds me of when I used to cook for Nick. Nick was never this enthusiastic about my food. Not that it matters now.
“So…” Kieran trails as he nearly finishes his plate. “I can take the guest bedroom if that’s okay wi
