Chapter 7
Kate MorganKate had dinner ready at six o’clock, just the way Evan liked it. She’d made Evan’s favorite—grilled the chicken pieces marinated in homemade barbecue sauce. It was one of the few Filipino dishes that he enjoyed.
“Honey, I’m home,” Evan called as he came through the front door.
“I’m in the kitchen.” Kate had set the table and plated the chicken, served with corn on the cob, green beans, and roasted potatoes. For her own meal, instead of potatoes, she scooped a cup of steamed jasmine rice. After that, she smoothed her hair and undid her apron. And when Evan came through, she smiled at him and motioned for him to sit. She was genuinely pleased to see him. When it was just the two of them, Evan was wonderful—but when it came to anything that had to do with the outside
