I lean back on the chair, pleasantly full, and pat my belly. “Feel free to make me dinner whenever you like.”
His eyes light up. “Be careful what you wish for. After Filip met Sara, he doesn’t let me feed him as much anymore.”
“I know. I fear we’ve lost him forever.”
Johan chuckles. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”
“Nah. I’m happy for him. He wants a family so badly, and Sara’s great. And on the same page. They’ll start popping out kids before you know it.”
“Yeah, I know. Want more?” He gestures to the frittata.
“No, I’m full. Thank you, it was delicious.”
Johan gets up and starts to clear the table, and I join him.
“Want a mug of tea? We can drink it in the garden,” he says.
“That’d be lovely.” At this stage, I’d say yes to anything that’ll let me stay in his company a bit l
