Page 28 of An Unexpected Chance

“I see the glitter has been out.”

I grimaced. “Only for today. It gets everywhere.”

Mia giggled. “Daddy says he farts glitter when I use it.”

I felt my eyes widen, and a burst of laughter left my mouth. “Is that right?”

His eyes crinkled, joining me in my amusement. “I swallow enough of it. It does seem to settle everywhere—including the bottom of my coffee cup.”

“I see.”

For a moment, the room was silent, and Simon ran a hand through his hair, looking nervous and unsure.

“So, ah, Mia and I made dinner for tonight. Our specialty.”

“Lasagna!” Mia added.

I smiled. “How nice.”

“We, ah, we were wondering, since you were busy all day and everything, if you’d like to join us.”

“Join you?” I repeated, surprised.

“For supper,” Mia interjected, looking between us as if we were inept. “You had a date, and you liked Daddy and he liked you, so now you have to come for supper and see if we all like each other. I told Daddy he was silly—I already like you. You smile with your eyes.”

I tried not to laugh at Simon’s horror at Mia’s word vomit. The tips of his ears turned pink, and he looked more uncomfortable than earlier, which I didn’t think was possible.

“Mia,” he admonished. “That was private.”

She shrugged, not at all put out. “You said it, Daddy. And you never said it was a secret. I’m not a mind reader.”

This time, I did laugh. She was direct and honest. I liked the fact that Simon had talked to her about me. And maybe dinner with the two of them was a good idea. Then Simon and I could talk.

I bent down again. “That would be a big treat, Mia. I love lasagna.”

“Daddy and I make the best. I help with the layers, and he says I do a great job.” She smiled widely. “And we always have garlic bread. I love garlic bread,” she added in a low voice.

“Me too.”

She clapped her hands. “So, you’ll come?”

I straightened, meeting Simon’s eyes. He was watching us closely, waiting for my response.

“Yes.”

He visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping, his smile easier. “Can we walk you out?”

I shook my head. “I have to tidy a bit more, and I want to stop home and drop off my flowers and change.” I smirked. “I wouldn’t want you farting glitter because of me.”

He chuckled. “We can help.”

Mia headed to the flowers, investigating them as I stepped closer. “People would see, Simon. Probably not a good idea. I’ll come once I’m finished and go home and change.”

He captured my hand, pressing it close to his chest. “That’s fine, Amy. But know one thing. I don’t care if they see. If they talk. After tonight, they’re going to see us together a lot.”

“Is that a fact?” I murmured, my voice calm even as my heart rate picked up at his words.

“Yes, it is,” he said firmly.