More Than Meets the Eye - Page 127

“Wrong.I’m morally obligated to admire a work of art.”

A smile twitched at Sami’s lips, one he clearly tried to stop from spreading all the way to his ears and failing miserably.

“Ew.The cheese.Get it off me.”

“You love it.”

“I’m lactose intolerant, actually.”

“Case in point.”

No one loved cheese like those whose bodies begged them to abstain.

Given the amount of yogurt Sami had for breakfast, Baz sure hoped he had been joking though.He sat at the small, scratched IKEA desk squeezed into the corner of the kitchen and watched Sami add a variety of cereal on top, from oats to off-brand Reese’s Puffs.

“See, this,” Sami made a point of letting the mix drip off his tablespoon (atablespoon,for cereal!Baz might be in love with a psychopath), “This is what we call nourishment.You might have heard of it.”

He would never live down the plain toast, huh?

“Why do I put up with you again?”

“I don’t know.Something about you being madly in love with me.I don’t listen when you talk.”

“Ah, yes.That.”He pulled Sami onto his lap.And since he was already so close and smiling so radiantly, Baz kissed him.Once, and again, and then his cheek too.

Sami did not see the need to find his own chair after, in fact, he seemed to delight in obstructing Baz’s own breakfast: toast, except Sami sprinkled olive oil and that za’atar herb mix on top and vowed it would change Baz’s life.

Baz wouldn’t go that far, but he could admit the tangy, nutty flavor did upgrade the toast experience.More so since he got to watch Sami preen about having told him so.

By the time they finished, Baz’s legs had long fallen asleep.

Sami nuzzled into his shoulder.Baz kissed his forehead.

“Ready to get your life back?”

“Ready to risk yours?”

“Since the day you spilled coffee all over me.”If only he had realized that sooner.

“You need to watch where you’re going better.I’m still mourning that coffee.”

“Oh, so that was my fault, was it?”

“Yeah!”Sami exclaimed.The grin overpowered the conviction on his face, but he hid it with a kiss.Baz could get used to bickering over breakfast.Preferably every day.

Preferably forever.

Sami gave him an overview of Ian’s crimes he had tangible proof for: the forged signatures, fabrication of evidence to discredit the opposition, forgoing passing on settlement offers, intimidating people into accepting Ian’s terrible deals.

The picture he painted left no doubt that Ian was a criminal.Good.Anything less definitive, Ian might have been able to weasel himself out of.

They had to endure no more than two long beeps demanding patience before Aya answered.

“Hello, Romeo.”

“Hey.I got Juliet right here.”Baz bounced his leg up to send a tiny earthquake through Sami, not that Aya could see that.Baz could, though.He had all the time in the world to relish Sami’s surprised face and replay the yelp in his mind.

“Spare me the details.”