Chapter 120

Carson let out a small chuckle and pulled out the chair. “Well, thank you. It’s been so long since I last had a homemade breakfast. Nobody really cooks for me anymore. This… this feels great.” He picked up the cup of coffee and brought it to his lips. One sip, and his eyes widened again. “Wow. This is so good. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever had coffee this good.” Lily gave a faint smile and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you like it. I was worried you might not.” Carson leaned back in his chair, watching her as he set the cup down. “Worried? You didn’t have to be. You really know your way around the kitchen. Tell me, Lily, do you do this often? Cook like this?” Her lips parted, but she hesitated before answering. Memories of David surfaced, the countless mornings she had prepared breakfast only to sit at a table alone because he was too busy, too cold, or too uninterested to join her. She pushed those thoughts aside quickly. “I used to,” she finally said softly. “