Chapter 109

Charisse reheated the food from the takeout boxes and set the dishes out neatly on the table. She and Elliot sat across from each other, eating at a steady pace. Her eyes barely left him—she was quietly noting which dish he reached for the most, which ones he avoided, and which ones made him frown the second it hit his tongue. Elliot glanced up, expression flat. "Eat your own food. Why are you staring at me?" "I'm gonna be your assistant, right? Gotta get a feel for what you like to eat." "You seriously don't know?" He shot her a look. They'd lived in the same house for years back then. Charisse shook her head. "Nope." She only knew what Elliot Davis used to like. As for Mr. Rich-and-Powerful Grant now? Total mystery. Elliot clearly read her mind and let out a small snort. "Didn't you bake great cream puffs and tiramisu back then?" "You can't live on desserts forever." "Why not?" "Because it's not good for you. Ever thought about your blood sugar?" "They make low-sugar ones now." Chari