Page 75 of Skating the Blue Line
If I ever wanted to have daggers shoot out my eyes, this would be the moment.
“What question?” Another deflection.
“Is that the last piece of pie?” I ask, saying all the words as slowly as possible.
Eventually he lets out a sigh and gives me a nervous smile.
I have my answer.
“I hate you.”
“How was I supposed to know that you wanted a piece?” he says, defensively. That smile of his growing.
He does have a point, but still.
“You could have come to your room and asked.” I point out.
“I thought you were asleep.” He argues and the bastard has the audacity to take another bite.
“You can at least let me have the last few bits.” I walk over to the table and take a seat across from him, reaching for his plate.
“And why would I do that?” He raises a perfect eyebrow and pulls the plate back to him.
“Because if you don’t, then I’m going to tell your mom that you took the last piece of pie from her grandchild. See who’s side she takes.”
Now it’s Liam that is narrowing his eyes at me. “You play dirty, Vega. You really do, but I like it and that’s the only reason I’m going to give in.”
The boysenberry goodness slides in front of me and I don’t even have to take a bite of the berry filled crust for my mouth to water.
A moan escapes my mouth the second that the piece of deliciousness meets my tongue.
“Oh my god, this is so good.” I say, my eyes literally closing with how good this is.
“Is the baby now satisfied with their mom stealing their daddy’s pie?” Liam asks, the grin on his face causing butterflies to flutter in me.
Like when we first met.
“Very satisfied. If the baby was here and was able to talk they would thank you.” I say right before taking another bite.
I wonder how Liam would feel if his mom would come live with us just so that I have this pie whenever I want.
“What are you doing up?” I ask, scraping up the delicious goo off the plate.
“I couldn’t get comfortable,” he says, giving me a shrug.
“Is the couch hard?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nah, it’s fine. It’s just that the couch isn’t made for someone over six feet to sleep on.”
Instantly, I feel bad.
If I wasn’t here, he would be sleeping in his own bed and not suffering on the couch. No doubt he needs a good night's sleep since he had a game the night before where he was slammed against the boards more than once. I didn’t go to the game, but I did watch it on tv. Those hits were not pretty, even if the Knights won in the end.
“Why don’t you sleep in your bed? I can take the couch. You don’t have to be uncomfortable.”
I don’t even finish what I’m saying before Liam is already shaking his head.
“It’s fine. It’s only for two nights. I can manage.”
