"We'll discuss this later," he responded, watching as the woman returned with our order on a tray. She served him with a frown and me with a smile, though I knew it wasn't genuine.
The woman was clearly upset about something or someone, and that person was Parker. After she left, Parker put on a glove and carefully peeled the sweet potatoes. He dipped the potatoes into a sauce the woman had served and extended it to me.
"Huh," I blinked, looking at his hand, which was close to my mouth.
"Open up," he said.
Is he trying to feed me?
"I..."
"Open up. Do you plan to sleep here?" He urged. I slowly parted my lips, and he pushed the potato into my mouth, watching as I ate it.
"Hmm," my eyes widened as the deliciousness hit my tongue.
"Have this." He also dipped the roasted fish into the sauce and hand-fed me.
"Oh my goodness!" I moaned as I chewed.
"Do you like it? Does it taste good?"
"It tastes like Mom," I replied.
"Mom?" His brows rose.
