Page 14 of Divine

“You need to wear a bell or something.” I shook my head.

“I need to wear a bell because you don’t know how to be aware of your surroundings? I’m starting to see why your folks think you need a security team.”

“Whatever. I was going to ask if you had something in mind that you want to watch.”

“Anything that’s not a romantic comedy or cartoon.”

“The romance thing I get, but what the hell do you have against cartoons?”

“I’m thirty-five years old, Miss Divine. That’s what I have against cartoons.”

“And I’m twenty-eight,” I revealed.

“Meaning you’re too old to be watchingSpongeBobandRugrats.”

“I refuse to accept that.”

“You don’t have to accept it, mama. I’m just telling you what I feel.”

“Well, since it seems like it’s on your mind, I was thinking about watchingFamily Ties.”

“Sounds good to me. I’m not hard to please, Cookie.” He winked.

“As long as I avoid rom coms and cartoons.”

“Exactly,” he said, nodding before turning and walking away.

Remembering to get something to drink, I went back to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water and two bottles of the sweet tea I brewed and bottled to store in my fridge.

“I got drinks. Do sweet tea and water work for you?” I asked, turning to Liam as he removed the cookies from the oven.

“My favorite drinks,” he confirmed with a smile. “Don’t start nothing you can’t finish, Miss Divine.”

“Something like what?” I asked with a frown.

“Feeding me and waiting on me… bringing me drinks and shit.”

“I see you’re easy to impress.” I giggled.

“Don’t take much. That soup better be good, though, or I’m clowning your ass.”

“Not too much on my mom’s recipe,” I warned him.

“Mom better know what she doing then,” he teased.

“Come on before it starts getting cold. We about to shut up all that mouth.”

“I hear you talking,” he said, nodding as he trailed me out of the kitchen.

As much as I hated to admit it, so far, Liam seemed cool. Maybe this one wouldn’t be so bad. It didn’t hurt that he looked and smelled delicious. When we made it to the living room, I got comfortable on the couch and picked up the bowl holding my bread bowl and placing it in my lap.

“The soup is still good and hot too. So, don’t keep standing around. Sit down and eat.”

“And you called me bossy.” He smirked.

“I don’t want to give you any excuse to say my soup ain’t the bomb.”

“I hear you,” he said, never dropping the grin plastered on his face as he sat on the couch and picked up his bowl.

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