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“There’s power in knowledge passed between generations, whether it’s by those books of yours or by an elder’s mouth.”
“Someone should cure them of that. It’s disrespectful on a Monday morning.”
“Well, would you look at that? Hands free.”
“I was aiming for mortifying. I’ll have to try harder.”
Of course, she couldn’t let him know she was melting, since he was a handsome man, and handsome men must never be allowed to know the full extent of their sexual appeal. They couldn’t be trusted with the knowledge.
“What are you doing, Danika?” “Being beautiful for my people.” He let out a burst of laughter. “I wish I could carry you around all the time. You do wonders for my mood.”
“Can’t stay. Have to go and flush my niece’s phone down the toilet.”
“I don’t want samosas.” Zaf frowned, then got ahold of himself. “In a second. I want samosas in a second. Thanks, Ami. But—
“I was thinking,” Fatima said patiently, “that views are money, and Tackle It needs money. Is this your regular grumpy face or your angry face? I can’t tell.” “Angry face,” Kiran offered from the sofa. “When he looks extra constipated—” “What the hell?” Zaf burst out. “Language!” Mum snapped. “—that means he’s angry. Zaf, sweetie, what’s crawled up your behind now?”
Zaf glared at his niece. “I am regretting every time I ever fed you as a child. I should have let you starve.”
She snorted. Kids these days had no healthy fear of their elders.
“I know,” he said, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I just thought you needed a minute to see how corny it was.” “Oh, wow. Wow. Someone’s feeling sassy today.”
asking if he’d like to kiss her. Hell yes, he’d fucking like.
“I want to,”
Oh, good, because I already did.