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“It’s nothing,” Emily assured him, reaching for his arm and giving it a little squeeze.
“It very much is something.” He smiled and took a bite of the pecan roll. “Mmm. Your sister is onto something. I predict great things for that coffee shop.”
“Me too.” I took a bite of the croissant and sipped on my latte.
A clunking sound rattled down the hall toward the kitchen, and Emily spun around. I followed her gaze to see Mimi in a vibrant purple flannel nightgown. Two tennis balls scuffed along the floor as she pushed and wheeled herself into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Lucas,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.
“Good morning, Mimi.” I smiled as her eyes stayed on mine.
Emily looked at me perturbed since Mimi forgot to say hello to her.
The family dynamic between these three made me chuckle.
“It sounded like a party in here, and you know how I love a good party.” She glanced at the pastries. “A savior. I’m so tired of dried-out bagels.”
Mimi patted my shoulder and started to roll away. “Good man. Good man.”
She walked right past Emily and made her way into the small dining room while I tried to hold in a laugh.
Emily eyed me.
“She only takes breakfast in the formal dining room. Apparently, it’s what her butler does at home,” Emily joked.
“Ah, I see,” I whispered, reaching for the plate with a cinnamon bun. “Hopefully, she’ll be okay with this type of pastry since the others all have bites in them.”
Emily chuckled and let out a breath of satisfaction. “Cinnamon anything is her favorite. I learned that yesterday when I defrosted some pumpkin loaf out of my freezer instead of the cinnamon raisin bread. I heard about it via texts up until around three o’clock.”
I snickered and shook my head as her grandpa followed Mimi into the other room. “Why don’t you let me drive you to work today, and I’ll pick you up with some pizza for everyone tonight?”
Emily grimaced and shook her head. “I don’t know how Mimi will feel about pizza. She doesn’t usually like dinners that you have to pick up and hold.”
“Something tells me if I’m the one delivering it, pizza will be just fine, and I’ll give her a fork and knife.” I didn’t wait for Emily’s reply and wandered into the dining room with the latteand pastry as Mimi got settled at the end of the dining table with pillows propped behind her.
Maybe I needed to get Emily’s family on board with the idea ofusbefore Emily would truly warm up to the idea.
At this point, I’d try anything.
Mimi clapped her hands and nodded. “Cinnamon buns. My absolute favorite. Lucas, you’re a doll. I only wish Emily would get it through her thick skull what a great guy you are.”
I laughed, sliding the cup and plate in front of her. “Me too.”
Emily walked in with both hands flying to her hips. “Hey, now. I know what a great guy Lucas is. He’s sweet, charming, and good-looking.”
Mimi didn’t look amused with her granddaughter’s assessment. “So, what’s the problem, then?”
I chuckled and cocked my head, waiting for Emily’s response.
“He’s slowly wearing me down,” she confessed. “But we make great friends.”
“You might make better lovers.” Mimi grinned, and I swore I saw Emily leap back about ten feet.
Her grandpa elbowed me and laughed. “Sometimes, that’s gotta be the way with these gals. Just put it all out there.”
Mimi took a bite of the pastry and closed her eyes. “Are these from Mae’s?”
I nodded.
