Page 92 of Perfect Bragg


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“Stop.”

“Stop what? Stop grinning? I can’t help it if I have resting grin face.”

“There is no such thing as resting grin face.”

He points to his face. “Yes, there is. I’m proof.”

I open my mouth to argue with him but stop when I realize he’s done it again. He’s maneuvered the topic away from what I want to discuss. And he knows darn well what I want to discuss.

“Stop changing the subject.”

He reaches into the basket and removes a box. “What’s the subject?”

He pries off the lid and the smell of meatloaf wafts toward me. My stomach grumbles and my mouth waters in response. The meatloaf from Moon’s diner is the best meatloaf in the world.

“How big of a piece do you want?” He doesn’t wait for a response before placing a large slice on a plate. “Mashed potatoes?” he asks as he removes another container from the basket.

“You don’t say no to Moon’s mashed potatoes.” You don’t say no to Moon’s food period. Unless she’s experimenting. Maple syrup does not belong in pasta, no matter what she says.

He hands me a plate loaded with food and we dig in. I eat a few bites before broaching the subject again.

“You need to stop, Elder.”

“Stop what? Being my magnificent self? I’m afraid I can’t promise to dim my magnificentness. It happens all on its own.”

I huff as I set my plate down on the blanket. “You know what I mean.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you need to stop planning romantic gestures.”

“You’re not enjoying the picnic?”

“I didn’t say anything of the sort.”

“You don’t enjoy it when I make you breakfast in the morning?”

“I—”

“Or when I prepare your lunch?”

“You’re obsessed with food.”

“No, I’m obsessed with you eating. You forget to eat when you’re busy. You need to stay healthy for the baby and me.”

“No.”

“You don’t need to stay healthy?” His brow wrinkles. “Healthy is important.”

“If you’d let me finish, I’d point out how I don’t need to stay healthy for you.”

He sets his plate down and grasps my hands. “Why not?”

I try to yank my hands away but he tightens his hold. “You’re a great friend.”

“Uh oh. I’m getting the friend-zone speech.”

“Will you be serious for one minute?”

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