Mateo glanced between us with a grin curling his lip. “Are we interrupting something?” “No,” I said at the same time Frankie answered, “Yes.” Nat hid a smirk behind a pair of oven mitts. “The more the merrier,” I quickly continued. “Now it’ll only take half as long.” I grabbed the pan from Frankie, pleading with him with my eyes to behave. His knuckles brushed over mine as I stared at him. “You’re killing me, woman.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “I’m killing me, too.”
