Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 179

In the evening Elysia had whipped up an array of scrumptious dishes.

She even packed a separate portion just for Elijah and texted Keaton to swing by the entrance of the complex to pick it up

Keaton was genuinely touched. “I can’t thank you enough, Elysin. You’re a saint.”

Elysia wasn’t too keen on Keaton calling her by her first name as if they were old churns.

But she didn’t correct him, keen to keep the chit–chat to a minimum.

Keaton extended a sleek, designer tote bag adorned with the iconic Hermès logo–unmistakably high–end.

“This is just a little something from me to you, a token of appreciation for all the great food you’ve been making for Elijah.”

Elysia didn’t take it. Instead, she said, “No need for that Just make sure Tarquin shows up for our meeting tomorrow, and we’re even,

“You can count on that. Hell be there on time. We’ve got it all arranged,” Keaton assured her.

Elysia felt a wave of relief and said, “Just take your gift back. I don’t need it. Oh, and do me another favor, would you? Tell Elijah’s dad to give me a call if it’s about the boy from now on. No more following me!”

Keaton raised an eyebrow and asked, “He’s been following you?”

Elysia didn’t elaborate. “Just get that food to Elijah before it gets cold, will ya? Bye! With that, Elysia wrapped her coat tighter and disappeared into the complex.

Keaton, carrying the food, climbed into his limited edition Maybach parked curbside.

was already inside, smoking

teased, “So, been playing the secret admirer, have

furrowed. “What did she

to hit on her!”

turned icy

open as if he was about to storm out and set things straight

down. She didn’t say that. But she did say you can call her about

and close the car door, Keaton couldn’t help but rib him, “Starting to tail her now, huh? Sounds like someone’s

“Shut

Sunshine Community, Keaton and Tarquin made their way upstairs.

still perched by the window, with Heath keeping him

Tarquin’s return, Heath stood up promptly

you can head

Bradford, Mr. Huber

Elijah cheerily, “Hey there, little Elijah, I’m here to

glance his way,

to ruffle Elijah’s hair, but the boy sharply dodged and shot him a

aback but

out, “Got your favorite pastries here. Why don’t you come

went to wash his hands in the bathroom, and sat

meal: besides the moming’s pastries and egg crepes, there were four side dishes, and a bowl of

was a modest spread, each

comment, “Looks good,