“I bought Joe’s old place. So there.” “That’s a good location.” “I thought so. You know I’ve always wanted to run my own restaurant.” Something flashed in his eyes. “That’s why you left.” He moved to the next wall and extended the tape measure. His words stung. She didn’t know if he meant them to, but they did. She raised her chin. “Yeah, it seemed like the quickest way to get what I wanted.” “It must be nice…” “Hmm?” Rebecca tilted her head. It was such a strange thing for him to say. He had a thriving business, a marriage, and probably had already started on kids. “What do you mean?”
