Page 264 of Champagne Nights

“That is why you burned the pancakes.” I pointed the spatula at him. “Go sit down. They’ll be ready soon.”

After they were done, I set them on a plate, grabbed a can of whipped cream from the refrigerator, and drew a smiley face.

“There you go.” I set the plate down in front of him.

“That’s great, Ellie. Thank you,” he signed with a grin.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for attempting to make me breakfast.”

“Next time, I won’t burn them. I promise.”

“We’ll see.” I laughed.

Suddenly, my phone lit up with a text message from my mom. Picking it up from the counter, I read it.

“Hi, honey. How’s Malibu going so far?”

“It’s beautiful here.”

“And the art dealer guy? What did he want to talk to you about?”

Shit. I didn’t know what to tell her. I hated lying to her, but she wouldn’t understand.

“He’s interested in my work and would like to purchase some paintings.”

“I don’t understand why he flew you out there.”

“He likes to meet the artist first.”

“Is he a nice guy?”

I glanced at Henry and bit down on my bottom lip as he gave me a smile.

“Yeah. He is.”

“And Frankie is there with you?”

“Yes, Mom. Everything is fine. I have to go. We’re going to breakfast now. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay. Have fun. You know how I worry.”

“I know. But please don’t.”

“Let me guess, your mom?” Henry signed.

“Of course. She’s all worried about me being here with a strange art dealer.”

“Did you tell her it was me who flew you out here?”

“No. I’ll tell her when I get back. She wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m sure she hates me,” he signed.

“I wouldn’t call it hate.” I grinned.

Chapter Thirty

Henry

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