Page 345 of Safe With You
“Hey.”
“Better?”
“A little.”
She rolled her eyes and closed the door behind me.
Mila was already in the living room, kicking off her shoes beside the couch.
“Can I watch TV?”
“Ask your daddy.”
She turned to me.
“You heard her.”
“Can I?”
“Yeah.”
She grabbed the remote.
Luna headed toward the kitchen, and I followed her.
“What are we eating?”
She looked over her shoulder. “Who said I was feeding you?”
“You told me to come over at six.”
“And?”
“And that’s dinner time.”
“That sounds like poor planning on your part.”
I stopped beside the counter.
“You ate?”
“No.”
“Then why are we doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“Pretending you didn’t invite me over because you wanted me to feed you.”
Her mouth twitched.
“I have food.”
“What food?”
She opened the refrigerator, stared inside for a few seconds, then closed it again.
“What do you want?”
