“Breakfast dessert?” I asked in a cloud of amused perplexity.
Meems hummed as she started to mix the batter. “I always figured there was no reason for holding off on the best things in life, so rather than capping the day off with sweets, we tend to start them that way.”
A single one of my brows arched for the sky. “I do remember the cherry pie we capped the night off with last night.”
It was probably the reason Silas smelled like cherries all the time. Decadently sweet while the man dripped with poison.
He was nothing but confliction.
Meems chuckled. “Well, that is because we had a very special guest at the table, and besides, we do a whole lot of indulging around here. You might as well sample the good if it’s sitting right out in front of you.”
My stomach twisted. I wanted that. To live that way. To reach out and take a little of what I wanted when it was offered to me.
Too bad that offering usually bit me on the hand.
“And was a little good going down in that bedroom last night?” Elena wagged her brows.
Pure suggestion.
My throat grew thick.
“Um…no. Absolutely not.”
Whatever had gone down between Silas and me last night and this morning definitely could not be consideredgood.
At best, it was greed and gluttony and dipping your toes in dangerous waters. That was if you were one of those ‘look on the bright side’, positive sorts of people.
Tantamount to tossing around a nuclear grenade if we were at all being practical.
Because I was pretty sure the small amount of safety I’d built around myself was close to being blasted to smithereens.
Kaboom.
Obliterated with a brush of his malicious hands.
Meems’s gaze swept over me, looking me up and down, as if she could see the imprint of her grandson’s hands plastered all over my body.
Not that we’d really gotten up to much, but to me, it felt illicit since I hadn’t experienced anything close to that in a long, long time.
In discomfort, I shifted on my feet.
“It sure looks like someone wanted it to,” she speculated.
Did this woman read minds?
I huffed. “No way.”
“Yes, way!” Kai peeped like it was a game, holding onto Elena’s neck with both hands as he leaned back and beamed my way.
Elena laughed. “I think it’s written all over you, Brinley Webber.”
“And what’s that?”
“That you have a thing for my brother.”
“No, I’m not,I can’t…”
I didn’t mean for the last to come out, and I wrung my hands when I realized the way it sounded.
