Interest filled Luc’s face. “Does that lunch include grilled cheese sandwiches?” “Actually, it does.” My mouth dropped open. He scooted to the edge of the bed. “And tomato soup?” “Luc,” she said, and sighed. “Does it? Because if you say yes, we’re going to be new best friends, and yeah, that would be weird, with the age difference and all, but we’ll get past that. I know it.” Her lips twitched. “I just put the soup on the stove.”
