Taming Her Past - Protecting Her Future: BBW Erotic Romance (Hearts of Heroes Book 2) by Rayne O'Gara

think you had certain ingredients you needed, so I bring them over for you.”
    He called his mom so he could cook for me? Okay, that is sweet. My head bounces between the two, I am completely entranced with their conversation.
    “I wouldn’t have the ingredients? That’s why I called you, so I could go shopping. Have you seen what you came for?” he asks in a quite mock serious tone, which was tamed by the soft smile on his face. You take one look and know how deeply he loves her. His family ties run so deep it’s beautiful to see.
    “Always so clever, my young one, yes I have seen what I needed. See you Sunday for dinner, angelo mio .” With a large sigh, she gives in to being caught. She wraps Luc up in another hug and two quick cheek kisses, her attention was back on me. Her intense brown eyes have me thinking maybe her attention never left me at all.
    Before I can think, I am wrapped into her warm embrace. She smells like frosting. Warm vanilla frosting. I think I like that. I smile back at her when she pulls slightly away to look into my eyes.
    “We will see you Sunday as well. Have to get to know your future suocera .”
    “Madre!”
    “I’m going, I’m going. Ciao, bella .” She laughs out and as quick as she appeared she is gone.
    When the slam of the door signals her exit, I burst out laughing.
    “Okay, she’s amazing,” I tell him once my chuckling subsides.
    “She is at that, along with many other adjectives,” Luc snickers back before turning once again to the stove.
    “Now I caught a lot of that but there are some words I was confused on.”
    “Oh yeah? I’m sure you don’t want to know. My mother rambles, a lot.”
    “Hmm…she seemed very focused to me,” I say back before leaving the kitchen to set the table.
    Once set and food is displayed, we both sit at the small intimate dinner table and start to fil our plates.
    “God this looks so good, Luc, I can’t believe you cooked this.” If this tastes as good as it smells, I am about to be in food heaven.
    “This,” he points to a large round cake looking item, “this is called Torta Rustica . Here we have the dinner soup, Zuppa Toscana , one of my favorites growing up,” he explains.
    “It all looks very yummy. You sure outdid yourself, huh? Couldn’t like order a pizza or hired someone else to cook. Had to show off, didn’t you,” I say with a smile on my face, letting him know I am just teasing.
    “Yup,” he answers simply, wearing his own smile.
    “So? You going to explain what some of what your mother said?” I ask, forking in another scrumptious bite of the Torta . It practically melts on my tongue it’s so good.
    “What ones?”
    Swallowing my mouthful, I think of one of the first ones.
    “Well, I figured out my angel. That was really sweet. I’m stuck on bella arm…armo.”
    “ Bella Armonia , it means beautiful Harmony.”
    “Oh. That’s pretty. I think I like my name in Italian better than English,” I laugh.
    “It’s beautiful in any language,” he almost whispers. I can feel his eyes rove all over my shown body and goose bumps prickle against my skin.
    Holy shit. Five words and I turn into a fucking marshmallow for this guy! We’re getting off track. Don’t go there.
    “The other was what she said before she left, sorcea?”
    “Close, it’s suocera . And I’m not telling you what that means because she was being trouble with that one.”
    I gape at his answer. He sips from his wine, not even caring about what he just did.
    “You can’t do that to me! Now all I am going to think about is what that word means!” I gripe at him. Shit…well I will be hittin’ up Google in the very near future. If he won’t tell me then I will figure it out myself.
    “I’m sorry, but you don’t really want to know, I promise.”
    “Hateful,” I mumble under my breath and take another bite of dinner. I am almost full, but it’s so good I don’t want to stop.
    “That’s not hateful, this is hateful. Vieni