“Smells good, Babe.” Kevin entered Alexis’ kitchen that night as she sliced the thick meatloaf. “I love your meatloaf.” He held her from behind and kissed her cheek. “It smells almost as good as you.”
She faked a grin.
“You okay?” He perched his chin on her shoulder. “You seem distant.”
“I’m fine.” She got two plates from the cabinet and laid slices of meatloaf on them. “I burned the potatoes.” She took the foil off the black and brown new potatoes in the pan.
“Ugh, Lexi.” He grimaced at the shriveled, black balls. “Burnt to a crisp. What happened?”
“I guess my mind was on something else.” She scooped the better potatoes onto his plate. “The ones on top are okay.”
“Nah. I’ll just have some of the green beans.” He put a pile of them on his plate and got one of the chilled cups of grap
