A single mother's twin children decide to find her a husband by tracking down the mafia ex she never got over. But the dangerous man they bring home has never stopped loving her, and his world of crime is not done with either of them.
I'm taking you somewhere better. No. This is the only home Mommy knows. Mommy will worry if she comes back and can't find us. We have to wait for her.
Cassian looked at their nearly identical little faces. One guarded the bed. The other clung to the door. Having dealt with the workers outside, Reed came in. Boss, the car's ready.
The apartment was quiet for a few seconds. Cassian loosened his tie. Go pack my things. Your things?
Cassian looked at the narrow little bed. I'm staying here with them tonight. When Reed delivered the luggage, Cassian was standing in the tiny kitchen. He'd pressed the button on the portable cooktop several times, but nothing
You have to smack it. What? Like that. Tessa crouched and pulled a pan out of the cabinet.
Mommy uses this one. Milo opened a drawer and took out a spatula. This is for cooking. The children stood on either side of him, pushing things into his hands.
Cassian looked at the cracked edge of the cooktop and gave a cold laugh. Daddy, do you not know how to cook? Cassian looked away from the cooktop. Go wait outside.
The salt's in the blue box. Mommy only puts a little bit in. The oil had barely heated when the cooktop shut off again. Tessa immediately leaned toward her brother's ear.
I don't think he knows how. If it tastes bad, do we still have to eat it? Mommy says we can't waste food. They both sighed.
Holding the spatula, Cassian glanced back at them. Both little heads immediately disappeared around the doorway. Half an hour later, dinner was on the table. Tessa and Milo sat perfectly straight, looking at their bowls.
Neither moved first.