“Smells good,” he murmured when his head came up.
God, he could “mm” great in that gravelly way of his.
“He knew it in that instant because he also knew in that instant he’d do anything, absolutely anything, beg, borrow, steal, kill, crawl, lie, cheat, die, eat taco extravaganza…
All just for her smile.”
“At Deacon’s request, my loaded potato casserole (and because Dad liked it too) would be served and Deacon was going to grill steaks (another talent I discovered, my badass could man a grill).”
These are the cookies Benny Bianchi adores and Frankie Concetti makes for him. And once you try them, you’ll know just how angry he was in “that moment” when she sent them to him for Christmas because no one should waste this goodness…ever!