He knows I don’t take praise well. It’s something I’m working on.
Goodness knows there’s no shortage of it coming from his lips. If Lucio were to tell it, I’m thegreatest thing to happen to the culinary world since the discovery of fire.
He’s a little over the top.
I don’t mind it, though.
He drops his lips to mine and kisses me softly for a moment. Then he twists me back around so thatmy back is pressed against his chest.
We look out at the garden together. Evie is running up and down a narrow grassy slope that feeds intoa semi-circle of flagrant flower patches.
“Now, what do you think about this place?” he asks, lips brushing against my ear.
“It’s absolutely spectacular,” I admit. “But it’s so big.”
“Only half an acre larger than the old house.”
I frown. “You s
