Her eyes widened at that. “He bought you the dog?”
She knew about the dog. I just hadn’t told her that Deacon got it for me.
“He paid a fortune for a pure breed, wouldn’t let me pay him back because he says, if it’s something he has to do to feel better about me being safe when he leaves me, I gotta let him do it.”
Her gaze drifted to the door again. “Maybe I’m mistaken about him.”
I hoped she was.
“He makes me happy,” I told her on a hand squeeze and she looked back to me. “He makes me happy in a way I didn’t know you could be happy and we’re just starting. Now all I’m left with is wondering how much better it can get, and trust me, Milagros, that’s what I’m wondering because he’s given me absolutely no indication it’ll go the other way.”
She held my hand fast. “I hope you find out, Cassidy.”
I hoped I did too.
I grinned at her and gently shut it down.
“You don’t need any help in the kitchen, do you?”
Her brows snapped together in affront. “Of course not. Everything was ready thirty minutes before you knocked on the door.”
“Can I set the table?” I requested.
“Done,” she denied.
“Fill water glasses?”
“Silvia and Esteban will do that.”
“Mop your kitchen floor?” I teased.
“What do you think I did in that thirty minutes before you knocked on the door?” she asked.
I stared at her in shock. “Seriously?”
“You don’t have guests with a dirty kitchen floor.”
That was when I smiled at her. “You so rock, I wanna be you when I grow up.”
“I think you’re growing up just fine, being you.”
Yep.
I’d fallen for Milagros.
Head over heels.
“Okay, now you’re gonna make me cry and that’d be all right normally, but I’m wearing mascara.”
Her gaze moved over my face. “I’m uncertain how God feels about painted ladies. I’ll ask Padre at mass on Sunday.”
“Keep me in that loop.”
She rolled her eyes.
I again squeezed her hand. “You need to feed me or I’m gonna pass out.”
Her eyes rolled back only to roll again on her “So dramatic.”