your problem?” I knew I hit a nerve when she started swearing, and I hid the twitch of my lips as I grabbed creamer from the fridge.
“Careful, Della, or you’ll have to put a dollar in the swear jar.”
“I’m not five anymore,” she pointed out as if I hadn’t figured it out for myself. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the table, setting my coffee down before pulling a chair out.
“I’ve noticed.” The words probably shouldn’t have slipped, but they did.
She was quiet.
Clearing my throat, I took a sip of my coffee before gesturing toward one of the open spots around the large oak table. It was always too big for me and Mariska, especially because kids were never in the future for us. “Might as well sit down. You want me to make you something for breakfast?”
Her lips twitched slightly, and I could only imagine what the sudden amusement was for. I wasn’t a bad cook, but I was out of practice considering how much I ordered takeout or delivery to the office in the center of the city. Compared to her, who I knew enjoyed being in the kitchen and experimenting on new recipes, I looked like one of those amateurs in those shows she enjoyed watching on Food Network. There were a few she’d all but force me to watch with her that I didn’t mind so much, and one that made me feel like a Michelin chef based on the appropriately titled Worst Cooks in America.
Della finally walked over, dropping into the seat directly beside mine. “If I opened your refrigerator, I’d probably find it empty.”
My brow quirked. “Is that so?”
She gave me a challenging stare. “Am I wrong? You’re never here. People talk, Theo. You live at your office.”
“Not much for me here,” was all I graced her with, lifting my mug to my lips again.
Her shoulders lifted. “I just think it’s sad. Your home is beautiful, you know I’ve always thought so. But it’s barely ever used.” I had known that. When I bought it, Mariska was at some art show in a different state, so Della tagged along. She was a moody pre-teen, but somehow, I always got her to calm down. When the agent had walked into the kitchen, Della had all but drooled over what she saw. If memory served right, she’d even picked out her own room upstairs. The real estate agent, an older gentleman, had smiled at me when Della was exploring the second floor and said, “Your daughter reminds me so much of my own.”
If I didn’t bulk at his statement, it was a miracle. The more I thought about it, the more I realized he wasn’t wrong. I’d spent a lot of time with her, teaching her things, just like a father figure would. When the man had seen my expression, he just chuckled. I wasn’t sure why, but he did. I wasn’t about to explain I didn’t have kids and never thought about it either, because what did that say about me toting around a young girl that wasn’t mine?
I couldn’t help but lean toward Della, my eyes pinning hers until she squirmed. “Tell me, Della, how would you use my house?”
She visibly swallowed, her eyes going to my lips for a microsecond longer than normal. Whatever thoughts were crossing her mind were dangerous because her cheeks darkened right before she averted her eyes. “Your kitchen,” she whispered. I blinked, not all that surprised by her answer. “It’s too pretty not to be used,” she continued, looking over her shoulder at the marble countertops and stainless-steel appliances.
Out of everything her active imagination could probably conjure I couldn’t help but tease. “You’d…cook?”
“Sure. Why not?”
It was hard not to grin. “Two minutes ago, you were swearing at me for calling your friend an asshole.”
“You called him a piece of shit,” she corrected instantly.
“Same difference.”
Her eyebrow twitched, a telling sign that I was getting under her skin. The chuckle escaped me before I could stop it, breaking her irritation and making her stare instead. “I’ve gotten better at cooking over the years,” she diverted. “Breakfast is my favorite to cook, though, so I prefer learning how to make different things. Even though Sophie told me I could just hire somebody to do it. She forgets I don’t live like her anymore.”
I was surprised by a lot of things she said at times, but now it was namely that her Aunt Sophie would even suggest she use money