Bab 94: Chapter 94

“I made baklava yesterday. Would you like a piece?”

“No, thanks. I had a late lunch. You cook?”

“Yes. Ordering takeout or going out to eat gets old really fast.”

“Not to mention expensive.”

I didn’t tell him it wasn’t expensive when someone else was doing the buying. Then again, maybe that made it even more expensive.

“Are you a good cook?”

“Wills thinks so.” The truth of the matter was, I was a very good cook, but that was something only the boys, and now Wills, knew.

“William knows good cooking. His grandmother—that would be my mother—is one of the best cooks I know, and his mother, God rest her soul, was right up there with her. If he thinks you’re good, I’d say you probably are.”

His words made me blush, and I cleared my throat. “You knew Wills’s mother?”