Chapter Six“I was worried you wouldn’t want to come over.” Mark evades my gaze, instead looking down at his hands, in a rare showing of weakness. It’s completely out of character for him, and actually kind of endearing.
“Well it’s only fair we figure this thing out.” I observe him, as he starts to chop the onions and garlic, in preparation for the feast he’s promised me. Apparently he’s making some kind of seared duck breast in a red wine something, I wasn’t quite listening and anyway I’m not that much of a foodie.
“Indeed. Well, I’ve done a lot of thinking lately.”
“Oh?” I awkwardly smooth down my grey pinstripe shift dress and take a seat on the stool opposite him at the breakfast bar. I can’t help but miss the good old days when things between us were so much simpler.
“It wouldn’t b
