CHAPTER 23
A PIT OF dread yawned in my stomach as I went downstairs the next morning. How could I have broken down on Nick? I was prepared for awkwardness over breakfast, but Nick didn’t mention my meltdown, and I certainly wasn’t about to bring it up.
As was our custom in Virginia, I made him scrambled eggs, three slices of toast, and a glass of orange juice, just the way he liked it. Apart from the occasional comment about the state of the economy, he barely said a word as he ate.
It wasn’t until I bustled around the kitchen afterwards, cleaning away pans, that he asked me what my plans were for the day.
“Tidy a few bits here, pick up some fresh veggies, then I thought I’d go for a walk. Unless there’s anything else you want me to do?”
“Yeah, there is. I’ve got one meeting this morn
