Facade of Love

201 Feeling Pecki

Chapter 301 Feeling Peckish

I blinked, then looked away and nodded, “Yeah, thanks. Tell Grandma I said thanks.”

“You can tell her yourself,” Idris said, his voice cool as he set out the food on the tray table like he was arranging chess pieces.

I could not quite read him. Before I left for Lake City, he had seemed on board with getting the divorce papers and clearing the air with the family. I figured he would be the last person wanting to see me again.

Here he was, and I did not know what to make of it.

“Stop staring and eat,” he said, his face giving nothing away.

I shook off my daze and started eating the food he brought, almost mechanically. Maybe it was the hunger, but I did not realize how empty I felt until I started on the simple, soothing meal he had brought.

I kept my head down, focusing on my meal, while the guy next to me just sat there watching me in silence. It was kind of weird, though not in a creepy way.

Eventually, when I was mostly full, I glanced up at him and said, “Thanks for this.”

He gave me a small nod, his face relaxed. “Grandma’s planning a getaway to Tully City resort next week. She wants everyone to come.”

I blinked, a bit lost. “Oh, okay.”

bit. “She wants you

stuff to do,” I trailed off,

just

Young at the resort for a few days. Emily had mentioned it

nodded, not about to argue. “Cool. Just tell me the details, and I’ll be there.”

hummed a yes and then

did not look like he was leaving anytime soon. I shot

word out, he turned to me. I froze, feeling kind of guilty for

sure,” I said quickly.

and then sat back down, as still as a statue.

an hour later, I was lying in bed, stuffed and hydrated, and he was still there. I hesitated, then finally blurted out, “Mr. Young, you’re not

was not even the weekend, and with the year winding down, I figured he would be swamped”

a one–word answer and then shut

but I was tongue–tied. I just could not

hero for me back in Lorrell. Her usual frosty look had thawed a bit. She gave him a nod before turning to me with a smile, “Bet you’re starving. I whipped up all your

up in bed, I watched Mom lay out all the goodies I normally could not resist. I patted. my already stuffed belly, fighting back the urge to groan. Why did

out of the

making

I looked up

her, the picture of innocence. “Mom, I’m stuffed.” My eyes flicked to the ravaged remains of the food