Page 40 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
“You two are ridiculous,” Lillian muttered, eating at her own pace while the other two joked.
Andrew clapped a hand over his mouth. “How offensive!”
“Go to your room,” Cayden commanded.
“Again, with the weird fetishes.”
“Shut up, Drew.”
“I don’t even know what to do right now,” Lillian pretended to be irritated.
“You can eat,” Andrew said. “As I was saying, this week I also began physical therapy, and I have been doing my exercises daily since the appointment.”
“Lies,” Lillian put in.
Andrew paid no attention to her. “I’ve also started working remotely, doing as much as I can from the comfort of my laptop.”
“He needs help with his exercises,” Lillian said to Cayden. “He doesn’t do them right. But he won’t listen to me.”
“I don’t see the point of some of them,” Andrew argued. “And why are you watching me?”
“There’s definitely a point to them,” Cayden said. “I’ll look at them with you after we eat. We’ll have an anatomy and physiology lesson.”
“This is getting too sexual for me, Cayden.” Andrew fanned his face with his hand.
At a loss, Cayden looked at Lillian. “Help?”
“Okay, I’ll settle down. Sorry.” Andrew shoved a bite into his mouth. “This is great, Lillian. Way better than the ones already made in the grocery store.”
“Gee, thanks,” she said.
“It’s really good,” Cayden agreed. “Hits the spot.”
“Which spot, Cayden?” Andrew giggled like a little girl, and Cayden thumped another piece of bread crust at him.
“I give up.” Lillian stood up and got a bottle of wine out of the fridge.
“How long has that been in there?” Cayden asked.
“I don’t even care. You two are too much to handle right now,” she said, taking a sip. “Ah. It’s not too bad. I don’t remember where this came from, though.”
“Have fun later,” Andrew winked.
Lillian groaned. “Can you leave?”
“You’re kicking out a cripple?”
“Just go to the living room. Cayden, can you help him?” Taking a gulp of wine, she waved them off. “You two do your thing. I’ll clean up.”
“We’re done already?” he frowned.
“Yes,” she said shortly, going over to him and running her fingers through his hair. “If you want more, you’re free to take it into the living room.”
Cayden thought about it. “I’ll have more later, I guess.”
“It’ll be here. We’ve got plenty left. Are you finished, Andrew?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, pushing to his feet and taking off with his crutches. “Cayden and I will have more later. Shortest damn dinner in my life,” he muttered.
