Page 78 of Piece Us Together

That doesn’t matter.

Doesn’t it?

“Anyway,” Nolan murmurs, turning away again. I can feel Hunter looking at me now. I lock my jaw and keep my eyes forward. “I mostly learned from them. Then these last few months, I’ve gotten into it more. I’ve been practicing a lot and reading a great cooking book Maison bought me.”

Hunter’s gaze lingers on the side of my face for another second before he shifts away. I hadn’t realized our arms were touching before, but now I feel the absence dramatically. “That’s great. Do you have a favorite type of food to cook?”

“Um, it kind of depends on the mood, really. If I was forced to pick, though, it’d probably be Italian.”

I groan, the thought of his Italian food making the awkwardness from before fade away. “His meatballs are fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?” Hunter raises an eyebrow, smiling again. “I’ll have to have them sometime.”

“His pot roast too,” I add. “And his scalloped potatoes. Makes them just as good as my ma did.”

Hunter’s eyes flicker and I realize I just gave him information. I hold my breath, waiting for him to jump on it, but he just smiles and looks back at Nolan. “I suppose you’re going to have to cook a few more meals for me, then.”

“I can think of worse things, sir,” Nolan says with flushed cheeks and a shy smile.

“Maybe…” Hunter looks at me, the glance almost shy, then back at Nolan. “Maybe we could start doing whole weekends? Only if the two of you want to, of course. I don’t want to be greedy.”

Whole weekends.

I won’t survive that.

I want that very, very badly.

“That could be nice,” Nolan answers for us. “We’ll have to talk about it.”

They both look at me.

I lean on my training, giving them an easy smile. “We’ll definitely talk about it.”

“But I’ll have to do the grocery shopping,” Nolan clarifies.

“That’s probably for the best,” Hunter agrees. “I’ll give you some money and let you go crazy.”

“A dom and a sugar daddy? Sign me up.”

Hunter chuckles. “You need a sugar daddy, darling?” His eyes settle on me, his lips still curved into a smile. “What about you, Maison? Need a sugar daddy?”

“You offering?” I ask in my best attempt at a teasing tone.

“I’d offer the two of you just about anything,” he says without looking away from me.

I forget how to breathe.

He leans in, his eyes staying locked with mine. “I’d take such good care of both of you, if you ever let me.”

Would you? Please?

I’m so tired of taking care of people.

I’m so tired of taking care of myself.

Would you really?

He leans back, looking away to shoot a wink at Nolan. “Not that I’m rich, of course. But I’ll send my coupons with you, don’t worry.”

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