Page 160 of Three Pucks and a Baby

“Then I look forward to both of you taking me.”

“What did you and Grayson do today while we were on the boat?” Bennett asked.

“We attended a cooking class.”

It made perfect sense what Grayson picked for us. His love language was food since he’d grown up in his parents' Irish pub. While I’d fully expected him to pick a place with Irish fare, he had surprised me with an Italian one.

With his usual cocky smirk, Theo asked, “And just what culinary delight can our palettes be looking forward to?”

“Way to sound like an elitist prick,” Bennett teased.

“Just staying true to my roots,” Theo replied.

After swallowing a bite of the sautéed vegetables Grayson had prepared, I replied, “First, they taught us how to make fresh pasta.”

Bennett’s brows popped wide. “Like from dough where you crank it through a machine?”

“Just like that,” I mused.

“That sounds amazing,” he remarked.

As Grayson snorted, I shot him a look. “While it wasn’t too hard to prepare, it was just too time-consuming for me now. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when the baby is here.”

“She whined so much about that damn pasta crank,” Grayson said.

Cocking my brows at him, I challenged, “Hey, what happens at the cooking class, stays at the cooking class. Remember?”

While Grayson ducked his head, Bennett said, “Oh no. Don’t be keeping secrets.”

Holding up his hands, Grayson replied, “I somehow fucked up my focaccia.”

Theo’s brows creased. “What the hell is that?”

“An Italian flatbread,” I replied.

“It ended up more like a cracker,” Grayson mused with a grin.

Theo and Bennett chuckled around their wine glasses. “I’ll help you make it next time,” I suggested.

Grayson winked. “I’d love that.”

After tossing back his remaining wine, Theo asked, “So, Viv, what has been your favorite date out of the three?”

With a groan, I replied, “It wasn’t a competition.”

“You had to have a favorite,” he insisted.

Bennett snorted. “Do you think she’s going to pick your sad excuse for a date over mine?”

“You did the same shit with her you do back home–dinner at a dive bar.”

With a scowl, Bennett challenged, “It was not the same thing. Not only did I take her to the historic Ritz Cafe, but we then club-hopped to listen to three or four bands.”

When Theo opened his mouth to argue, I shook my head at him. “I loved the date because it was representative of Bennett’s love of music, which is such a part of him”

Nodding, Bennett replied, 'Your date didn't even have anything to do with you.”

“But it did with Vivian,” Theo argued.

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