I roll my eyes and lean against the doorframe. “What do you want, Ford?” The porch light catches on the angles of his sculpted face. “I didn’t see you in the lodge, so I brought you dinner.” “Oh,” I say, as he shoves the Tupperware into my hands. My mouth waters as I’m hit with wonderful aromas. Freshly baked bread. Mac and cheese. I sniff. Shredded chicken. “I can’t eat all this,” I say before cursing myself. Why did I say that? I could eat it all if I wanted to.
