“But…” I scratched the side of my jaw. “Your favorite food is something you’d have for a meal.” “You’ve clearly never had leftover pie for breakfast, and it shows.” She patted me on the stomach. “I found you just in time, Beckett Coleman.” “In time for what?” I asked, undeniably intrigued by her, unable to resist the pull of her energy. “To teach you everything I know.” There was a glimmer in her eye as she said it, and she tugged my hand between hers and pulled me into the house.
