Chapter 143. His Living Pillow

"You are not to call me, Sir and Doc, only Honey, get that? We have to practice so my parents would not suspect us faking," Denny busied himself, slicing a chunk of salmon to grill. He did not have to look into Trisha's eyes to believe she got his message. He was confident she understood him already. But he did not hear her respond, so he looked up just to see her nodding her head energetically.

"I want to hear you say it," Denny urged her to call him the way he wanted to be called.

Trisha cleared her throat and smiled, looking at Denny's waiting mien.

"Yes, honey..." Trisha answered.

"See? It's not that difficult," Denny gave an approving smile as he nodded his head vigorously. "We are having chicken soup, grilled salmon, and Croziflette, with the salad you are making."

Trisha watched Denny do things with fascination. He was no doubt sure of what he was doing. He moved like he knew what he needed and where to get them as if he did them regularly.