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“He laughed the way he always used to, scooped it up, and we made the cake. We did it every year on her birthday until he died three years ago. I still bake every year on both their birthdays because it makes me feel close to them. So… maybe if there’s something that your mum loved…”
I dipped my chin, and a low chuckle escaped me. “Believe it or not, she loved cooking and baking. That’s why we never had any kitchen staff. Mum insisted on cooking every night.”
Ellie’s face lit up. “Let’s cook dinner!”
“You want to cook.”
“I love cooking. I’m not always very good at it, mind you, but I make a mean garlic butter sauce."
I ran my tongue across my lips. “All right.”
“Really?” She beamed. “Okay, I’ll buy everything we need.”
“Ellie—”
“And baking? Ooh, I know.” She slapped her hands against my chest, pushing me back, and she skipped off towards her car before I could say anything.
I opened my mouth to speak, but she was already pulling away before I had a chance to eke anything out.
Instead, I laughed quietly and shook my head.
Jesus.
The woman was a menace.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
ELLIE
Greygarth House
This kitchen was huge.
I had never seen one this large in my entire life, and I think I just gawped at it like some sort of gormless squirrel for at least several minutes. The island was massive—it was clearly made for entertaining, and the light countertops perfectly offset the gorgeous, peacock green cupboards.
I wasobsessedwith this kitchen.
“Whoa,” I breathed.
Max laughed, tugging me out of my appreciative stupor. “It’s a kitchen.”
“Excuse me, Mr. La-di-dah,” I replied, putting my bag on the island and waving my hand over it. “Look at this thing. You could perform open heart surgery on it.”
“I’d prefer nobody did,” Max said, eyeing it. “Quite messy.”
“Indeed,” I mused. “Not to mention the blood would likely stain the countertops.”
“Slightly more morbid a view than I was going for.”
“But realistic, nonetheless.” I flashed him a grin.
“Mm.” He held my gaze for a moment and turned before he gave into the urge to smile. “Your shopping is in my fridge. Ed was all too happy to bring it over.”
“Excellent.” I hopped over to the fridge and opened it. “Wow. This is bigger than my bathroom.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Can’t. I’m a writer. Drama is what I do.”
