Page 52 of More Than Words
“I did.”
“That was a joke,” he said.“I was just going to make popcorn or grab some pretzels or something.”
“Hey, you said you were in charge of snacks for movie night but didn’t have time to do anything good.So I thought I’d help.Snack duty is a very serious thing.”
I moved past him and set the cookies on the counter.Keeping distance from Ethan, when all I wanted to do was rush into his arms and press a kiss on his lips, was probably the safest move.
Quinn lifted her head from her book, her nose twitching; her eyes wide, as she pulled the headphones off her ears.“Cookies?”
I nodded.
“Homemadecookies?”
I nodded again, my grin taking over my face.
“I mean, I’ve heard about people who make cookies, but…” She lifted a corner of the lid, but Ethan pressed it down again.“Hey!”
“Those are for movie night.”
“No fair.”
I laughed.“You should probably try one before committing to them as your snack choice.”
“Yeah.”Quinn stuck out her tongue at her dad playfully.“What she said.”
Ethan shook his head with a laugh but let it go.
I watched as she took a bite of the cookie.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she groaned dramatically.“These are amazing.Forget the movie.I just want to eat cookies.”
“No deal.”Ethan snatched up the box and stashed it behind the bar.“I’ve been looking forward toBarbieall day.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“You have not,” Quinn said.“But it’ssogood.”
“It is good,” I backed her up.“I think you’ll like it, Ethan.”
He shot me a look, and it was my turn to stick out my tongue at him.
“Are you coming tonight, bookstore lady?”
“It’s Delaney.”
“I know,” Quinn told her father before grinning at me.
I winked.
I liked that she had a nickname for me.And Quinn seemed to enjoy how it made her dad a little crazy.
For a twelve-year-old, that was probably a big win.
“If you know,” Ethan reprimanded, “you should use it.”
“Anyway,” Quinn said, ignoring him.“Are you coming tonight?”
“To movie night?”
