Page 282 of One Winter Knight
She beamed. “I can’t wait to try them.”
As we ate our appetizers, Finn and the other fathers grilled us on how everything had been going. This wasn’t dinner, this wasn’t aget to know youmeal, this was ahow are you doinginterrogation.
Fiona, Hale, and Carlos kept them busy with updates. We didn’t mention that last night we rescued Hale from moonshiners.
It continued into dinner. I’d ordered my favorite, which was the filet mignon and fingerling potato fajitas.
“According to my granddaughter you’re popular?” Finn asked.
“My recent album did well, and I just finished my largest tour ever. I was recently booked to play Feral Ratville in June.” And so excited.
Scary dad eyed me. “That’s a good thing?”
“It’s the best thing. Really, we’refine.” Fiona rolled her eyes.
“If you’re doing so well, why haven't you returned the contract,” he replied.
Saoirse met his gaze, holding her knife in one hand. “You do know that we’re not obligated to sign anything or participate in your ultimatums? We can comfortably exist without your infrastructure.”
Finn sighed and rubbed his temples.
“Is this where she threatens to fight you again?” the congenial dad asked. “Saoirse, dear, I would pay good money to see that–and it would all be on you.”
Finn sighed again, unamused.
“We’ve been going back and forth with our contract lawyer, Fiona’s advocate, and the legal person at the Omega Center,” I replied. “Everyone’s residency is official, so our six months have started, and the mating agreements are all signed.”
Finn nodded. “I see.”
“I told you, we have everything under control, Dad,” Fiona replied.
The door opened and Marcos, in his chef outfit, walked in.
“Good evening, I’m Marcos Villanueva, one of the chefs here, and I just wanted to check in and make sure that everything was to your liking,” he stated.
“Chef Marcos, the schnitzel tacos are absolutely delicious,” Saoirse replied.
“I’m quite proud of that dish,” he stated, eyes flickering over to me.
We chatted with him for a few moments.
“I’ll be bringing out a complementary dessert soon,” he added and then he left.
“You're related, aren’t you?” the congenial dad asked.
I laughed. “Yes, Marcos is my brother. Schnitzel tacos were something we created as a family when we were kids. When he needed a unique dish for something in culinary school he refined it into something suitable for fine dining.”
And it caught attention, eventually leading to him being here.
“They do look well so far. Everyone seems clean and fed?” one of the dads added.
“We do know how to be adults,” Fiona retorted.
“Accidently,” scary dad coughed.
“We’re getting everything figured out one step at a time. I’m sure there will be a lot of hurdles, but we’ve got a solid start,” Carlos added.
“And a puppy. This is Ispín.” Fiona brought up pictures of the dog and passed them around.
