Page 140 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“It’s not dry, it’s well made.”

“It’s aggressive.” She shoots him a glare.

“It’s defined.” He retorts.

“It’s trying too hard.” She keeps up.

“It has notes.” He’s almost losing his shit.

“It has issues.” She drives it straight home.

I huff under my breath, shaking my head slightly.

“Just pick one,” I call out.

“Stay out of this,” Atelia shoots back without looking at me.

“I’m feeding you.” I point out.

“So?” She shrugs, pouty.

“Ungrateful.”

“Uncultured,” Enzo adds.

Blue giggles at that, her head turning between them like she’s watching a show.

“Robert?” She looks back at me.

“Yeah?”

“Why is the water moving like that?” She asks, pointing toward the pool where the surface ripples under the faint breeze.

“It’s because…” I start to answer.

“Because of the wind,” Christine interrupts from the table, not looking up from what she’s doing.

“Mommy.” Blue frowns immediately. “I wasn’t asking you.”

“Baby…” Christine pauses, then looks up. “I know, but…”

“Mommy,” Blue cuts in, serious now, “I asked Robert.”

Christine stills slightly, something flickering across her face before she smooths it over.

“Sorry,” she scoffs quietly.

I shift Blue slightly in my arms, my hand brushing over her back.

“It’s okay for mommy to answer too,” I offer, glancing at Christine briefly before looking back at Blue. “And, she’s right. It’s the wind.”

Blue considers that, then nods like she’s accepting a joint explanation.

“Okay.”

Crisis averted.

“Well,” Atelia drawls slowly, tilting her head slightly. “Would you look at that?”