Edgar had known that this would happen. Okay, he hadn’t known but he’d strongly suspected that this would be a set up. Still, when Devin’s mother had called and asked for him to join their party at the Anvil dinner event, he’d agreed. Mostly because the Nguyen family had always made him feel included and saying no to the matriarch, even when his marriage to her daughter was rocky at best and over at worse, was something that made him feel guilty, but now, the maternal machinations had worked, and he and Devin were left alone and Edgar wasn’t quite sure how to handle that. “Hi,” he greeted, a self deprecating twist to his lips. “I think your mother would actually be disappointed if I didn’t partner with you and I don’t think I’m prepared for that phone call tomorrow.”
There is a phantom feeling that stirs in her musculature, the quiet desire to have reached out and touch his hand. It was nothing compared to the twinge of electricity that went through her fit at the errant desire to lift so a woman couldn't necessarily kiss his cheek but to tell him how handsome he was - remind him how much she loved him. It was a struggle denying those most natural movements. It made her wonder if they were wrapped in something dying or if what had always been there could be salvaged and saved. It was to early to call it - put a name on what they were again. Devin mirrored his smile shaking her head at the thought. "My mother could never not love you - of all people. If she or one of the aunties pop out from behind an art piece I wouldn't be surprised" She spoke extending her hand forward towards the area they'd all be in - cooking together. Closer then they had been in months saying more in these few second then had been said in all that time. "Shall we then - do this damn thing - you pick the recipe and we get through this?"
