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Cadence shook her head as she looked at the pair of us. “As for still being stuck in my college days, you both act the same damn way.”
“You know, I remember when she used to love attention. Don’t you?” I said, looking over at Gabe.
Gabe and I both burst out into laughter as Cadence stood there, speechless.
Cadence looked at both of us with disgust and then finally burst out laughing.
“Oh my gosh. She has a sense of humour,” Gabe said, looking over at his sister.
“I’m actually laughing at the pair of you. You two idiots ready for dinner?”
“Starving,” I said, holding the door open for her.
Gabe followed behind as we all made our way into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Cadence carried over the tray of lasagna and quickly slid the garlic bread into the oven, pulling it out only a few minutes later.
“Looks good,” I said, watching as she carried over the plate of garlic bread and set it in the centre of the table. Gabe and I, as if on cue, reached at the same time and grabbed a piece from the plate.
“My god, it’s like you are animals,” Cadence grumbled as she sat down and helped herself to a piece of lasagna.
“Well, we work like them so…” Gabe grumbled. “God, I’m starving.”
The table grew quiet as we all began eating. It was the best lasagna I’d tasted. I hated to say it, but Ella’s lasagna couldn’t even begin to touch this. Where the hell did Cadence learn to cook? Like I’d said, when I mentioned a meal to her, I figured she would have had it catered in from The Crispy Biscuit.
“This is fantastic, Cadence,” I said between bites.
“Thanks,” she muttered, taking a bite of bread.
“No, really, Cadence. It is,” Gabe said, already having cleared his plate and going in for seconds.
“It’s really nothing. Just an old recipe from Grams. I was afraid it wouldn’t turn out. It’s been a long time since I made it. I haven’t really had anyone to cook for, for a long time.”
I stretched in my chair, taking a minute to let the food I’d eaten settle before deciding if I wanted more.
“Don’t say it’s nothing. It’s really good. You should cook for people more often,” I said.
Cadence met my eyes, a sadness behind them I hadn’t noticed until now. She said nothing, got up, and placed her plate in the sink before pulling down dessert plates along with mugs for coffee.
While Gabe finished up his plate, I took mine over to the sink as well and started helping to clear the table.
“What do you think you are doing?” Cadence asked.
“Clearing the table?” I answered, as I carried the tray of lasagna in my hand.
“Nope. Put that back. You are a guest.”
“Oh please, I am not a guest. I practically live here.” I chuckled, looking at Gabe for some sort of agreement, only he said nothing, because he knew better.
“I say you are a guest tonight. So, sit your ass back down in that chair.”
I walked up behind her, placed my hand on her hip, and leaned into her ear. “You know, it’s a real turn on when you get all bossy.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. I’d always loved it when Cadence tried to act all tough and tell us what to do. She was like that when she was younger, too. It was one thing I’d loved about her.
I watched as her cheeks heated at my comment. Then I looked over to see Gabe, still shoving food into his mouth. Cadence said nothing as she met my eyes, then surprised me by elbowing me right in the ribs.
I let out a groan and sat back down on my chair and met her eyes. “Don’t,” she mouthed so not to attract Gabe’s attention.
“Who wants dessert?”
“Me,” I said.
