Tonight, he was coming over for dinner. She was making pasta—the same recipe Jake had ignored. But Leo had asked for it. And he’d offered to clean up.
Nina’s throat tightened. She wanted to say, I spent two hours cooking your favorite marinara. Instead, she heard herself whisper, “I’m sorry. I can call for delivery.” Tonight, he was coming over for dinner
He laughed, uneasy. “You’re in a mood.” she heard herself whisper