25
Marcus
“Sit down,” Cat demands, pointing to the chair with the plate of food in front of it.
Lily scurries up and climbs into her seat and looks down at her plate.
Lasagne and garlic bread.
Her eyes widen in surprise. I’m sure to her Cat walks on water, so she shouldn't be too surprised that she can put a mouth watering dish on the table.
“This looks delicious, Cat,” I say, sliding out of my chair to grab a bottle of wine to enjoy with dinner.
“Stay,” Cat points to the chair. “What do you need?” she asks.
I laugh and Lily joins me in.
“She can get bossy,” I say in a teasing way toward Lily.
Cat's stance widens and she places her hands on those narrow hips. My apron is long gone now, leaving her in yoga pants and a t-shirt. Both articles of clothing are clinging to her curves.
