Still not sure what prompted her to say what she had to begin with, Dak decided not to let her continue to try to explain. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not—but thanks. This is why I don’t talk about money. Nothing good can ever come of it.”
He would’ve agreed with her in social situations, but he didn’t get a chance to say anything more at the moment as Kirsten was speaking to him, Anson on her hip. “Dak, I made a huge pot of stew this afternoon. Wanna come over for dinner? Ellie’s coming.”
“Oh, uh, I don’t know.” He looked at Memory, trying to see if there was even a glimmer of interest in her eyes that he might be joining them. “I have a lot of work to do.”
Kirsten waved her free hand at him. “Work schmirk. It’ll be there in the morning.”
“While that’s true, I have other work to do in the mor
