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He grew silent for a minute. “You deserve to have something good come out of moving to Windham.”
“Something good did come from me moving here,” I assured him.
His brows shot up.
“Sawyer,” I explained. “I love that kid so much.”
A smile spread across Seren’s face. He knew—even after he’d given me the perfect night—I wouldn’t stroke his ego.
He had enough people doing that.
CHAPTER 29
Grace
“Would you mind bringing this into the dining room for me?” Chef asked me the next night, handing me a serving platter filled with calamari.
“You sure you trust me not to drop it?” I teased as I pulled off my rubber gloves and took it from him.
“If Janette were here and I didn’t have food on the stove, I wouldn’t let you anywherenearthat dining room.”
I laughed. “Thanks for the reassurance.” I used my butt to push the swinging door open and stepped into the dining room. The entire Grayson family was seated at the table, including Martine, and it was awkwardly quiet.
“What are you doing?” Seren jumped up and took the platter from my hands.
“Chef asked me to bring this out,” I explained, realizing all eyes were on us.
“I don’t want you serving us,” he growled.
“Seren,” Maureen said. “She works here.”
“But she isnotgoing to serve us,” he said, his words meant for them as well as me.
“You’re embarrassing me,” I whispered, wondering where his anger stemmed from. Was it the charade of a family that pissed him off or the sight of me serving them the real cause?
“Stop being so damn angry, Seren,” Maureen hissed. “It’s unbecoming.”
An unexpected bout of defensiveness washed over me. “Seren’s not angry,” I assured Maureen. “He’s thoughtful, funny, and caring.”
Everyone stared wide-eyed at me. Even Seren, who had no idea what to say.
“For what it’s worth,” I mumbled, before turning and hurrying back into the kitchen. I rushed to the sink and pulled on my rubber gloves knowing I just stepped out of line.
“What did you drop this time?” Chef asked.
“Just a bomb.”
“God help us,” Chef muttered.
As I picked up my scrub brush, the kitchen door swung open. I glanced over my shoulder. Seren stormed toward me. Something I hadn’t seen before clouded his eyes. He stopped in front of me and cupped my cheeks, slamming his mouth down to mine. His tongue plunged into my mouth and he didn’t care that Chef stood five feet away at the stovetop or that his family could walk in at any time. He was going to kiss me now and he was going to kiss me the way he wanted.
Chef eventually cleared his throat.
I pulled back, flushed and embarrassed. “Ummmm.”
“You don’t need to stand up for me,” Seren said.
“If I don’t, who will?” I asked.
