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The food is fine.
Fuck. He hated these fucking flashbacks. They didn’t happen often. In fact, he’d hoped they had stopped.
Seemed not.
He put the plates down on the counter so heavily that one of them cracked.
“Fuck! Shit!”
“Hey, it’s all right.” Isa came up behind him, lightly placing her hand on the small of his back. “I think we might need to replace these plates anyway. Want to break some more? I heard it can be therapeutic.”
“What?” He turned to gape at her as she moved away, grabbing two plates from the cupboard. She handed him one with a sassy grin. “What are you doing?” he asked.
She threw the plate on the floor with a whoop! And then she laughed. “Here’s to shitty parents!”
“Isa! Fuck.” He put the plate down on the counter as she turned to grab another plate. She wasn’t wearing shoes! What was she thinking? She was going to slice her feet open.
He swept in and picked her up, grateful he hadn’t taken his boots off before.
Quickly, he deposited her on the counter, taking the plate from her hand.
“Hey! I wanted to throw that.”
“That’s not happening. You can’t just go around breaking plates.”
“Why not? It was a buzz. I felt like an out-of-control rock star, smashing up my hotel room. It was fun.”
He gave her a stern look. “No. No breaking things deliberately. Especially when you could hurt yourself.” He grasped one foot and pulled it up, lightly running his finger over the bottom.
“This feels like déjà vu. Do you have a foot fetish?” she asked.
“No, brat. I don’t have a foot fetish. But you seem to attract trouble.”
“I do not. How rude. I might take offense to that,” she said as he looked at her other foot. Both were fine.
“Are you?” he asked.
“Am I what?”
“Taking offense,” he said.
“To what?”
He shot her a look, noticing the way that she bit her lip. Oh, she was full of sass, wasn’t she?
“You’re in trouble.”
“Me? Why?”
“For breaking a plate and worrying me. For nearly hurting yourself.”
“I didn’t nearly hurt myself.”
“You could have. You could have sliced up your feet. And that is unacceptable. You won’t do anything like that again. Or else.”
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Okay.
