Page 39 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
“I knew you would be pissed.”
“Yeah, and if you did, then it wouldn’t be done enough.” She slipped pot holders onto her hands and took out the lasagna. “It’s perfect. Hope you two are hungry.”
Andrew and Cayden looked at each other and nodded. “Yep, ready to eat,” they said at the same time.
“Airplanes are so stingy,” Cayden complained, sitting at the table. “I mean, I’m in the plane for a few hours and all they give is that tiny pack of peanuts.”
“I like it when they give you biscotti,” Andrew said.
“At least the biscotti is more filling than peanuts.” Cayden sighed. “I shouldn’t be saying all this in front of my new client. I should be endorsing the peanuts for the proteins and good fats.”
“But the biscotti tastes so much better.”
“True, there’s that.”
Lillian set their plates in front of them. Cayden started to ask where her plate was, but she answered before he could finish. “Mine is coming,” she said, scooping out her serving. “I’m all right.”
“Whipped,” Andrew whispered to Cayden.
Cayden flipped Andrew off.
“Behave!” L
illian lightly slapped Cayden on the head.
“Sorry, Mom.”
Andrew stifled a laugh. “Weird fetish you’ve got there.”
“Seriously, Andrew?” Lillian droned. Andrew burst out laughing, and Lillian looked at Cayden. “Ignore him.”
“Will do,” Cayden replied, scratching his ear with his middle finger. “Thank you for dinner, Lil.”
“What about me?” Andrew demanded through a mouthful of food.
“You, too, Drew.”
“Don’t call me Drew.”
“I’ll call you Drew whenever you make fun of my sex life.” Cayden flicked a piece of bread crust at him.
“All right, all right. We’re even.”
Lillian rubbed her face with her hands. “This is so much chaos for the dinner table.”
“Let’s be more serious, then.” Andrew sat up straight, and held his fork and knife very properly. “Cayden, how was your time in Los Angeles?”
“It was fine, as to be expected,” Cayden replied in a terrible British accent. “I found two replacements for my clients, which takes a large burden off me.”
“Excellent,” Andrew said, taking a tiny bite of lasagna.
“And how was your week, Andrew?”
“Much better than last week,” he answered, letting out a laugh. “Last week, if I recall, I was unconscious.”
“That is indeed true.”
“This week I have gotten used to my crutches and my new leg brace. As we can see by the perfection of these heated-up canned green beans, I’m faring swimmingly.”
