Chapter 44

“As anyone could have told you they would be. Idiot.” The word fell from his lips more affectionately than it should have.

“It’s not idiotic to trust your family,” Rafi said, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.

Julian stared at him. “Genetic similarity is not the same thing as love.”

Rafi made a noncommittal noise. He reached his fork across the table and snagged a bit of Julian’s strawberry-topped waffle. “Mmm. Wow, that’s good.”

“It’s so kind of you to test my food for me.”

“You’re so welcome, Julian, and you’ll be glad to know the strawberries are definitely not poisoned. Here.” He plucked one off the top of the waffle, complete with its little bed of whipped cream, and lifted it toward Julian’s mouth.

Julian rolled his eyes, trying not to smile. The offer of the strawberry continued; finally he leaned forward and took it from Rafi’s fingers, lips barely brushing Rafi’s skin.

A flash went off across the street.

“Ugh, really?” Rafi said