The ten days between when Adam stopped by Janey’s drenched, desperate, and determined and his birthday seemed to take a decade to pass. Jess came over every night, and it took every ounce of his willpower to keep the news of his resumed relationship with the boy’s mother to himself.
Luckily, Adam had had a lot of patience in the keeping-things-to-himself department.
“So you’ll stop by the grocery store tomorrow, right?” Jess asked.
“Yes,” Adam said for the fifth time. “All the ingredients for macaroni and cheese. Ribeye steaks. Lots of Diet Coke.” He grinned at the boy.
“I’ll be here to cook for you,” Jess said. “All right?”
Adam sighed, wondering if the boy had noticed anything different about Adam’s demeanor the past several days. He’d been sneaking over to see Janey on her days off
