“It’s just . . . I spent half a damn day cooking for you. The least you could do was give me a real apology.” “Oh yeah, this is about the dinner I missed, right?” He spins, jerking open the fridge, and grabs his plate. He rips off the foil and snatches a fork from the drawer before shoveling barbecue into his mouth. “It’s delicious, you happy?”
Leave him siss
