“Then at least let the water boil first.”
I glanced down at the kettle, embarrassed.
She laughed softly, and for a few minutes, the room felt almost normal. Like I was a husband. Like she wasn’t just a roof I was standing under.
Then my phone buzzed with a text from Jesse.
“How’s the retirement plan?”
I glanced at Evie. She was smiling at the mug I’d made her.
“How’s the retirement plan?”
“Damon?” she asked. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah,” I said, already typing. “Just Jesse being stupid.”
“All good. Once she’s gone, I’m set.”
I hated myself for two seconds.
Then I locked my phone and acted like two seconds of hate was enough.
