"Don't touch anything yet, B," Myla warned, her voice was firm but playful. " We are still waiting for Jay. Sit down."

Beck smirked mischievously, enjoying the playful glint in her eyes that hadn't been there earlier that morning, as he still reached across the table.

She stretched out her hand and lightly smacked Beck’s hand just as his fingers brushed the crust of a freshly baked loaf of sourdough in the bread basket.

"Ow!" Beck let out a dramatic wince, clutching his hand to his chest ...