Erin pressed her lips together and flexed her fingers wide. “Did Cassie ask you for a recommendation letter?” Adam narrowed his eyes. “I offered.” “Seriously, Adam?” Erin’s voice snapped, and it was probably too loud—Cassie could be listening, the door to the pantry not fully closed. “What? I’m not supposed to offer to help our daughter’s friends now?” This conversation was every reason Erin divorced this man. His calm, arrogant certainty. “You’re not supposed to talk to a woman you barely know and assume you know better than her what she needs.”
