She cut it in half, handing me a bite, and took the other for herself. Even though I wasn’t hungry, I didn’t want to offend her, so I ate it.
Since Utah, Jenner had killed my taste buds, but I’d never had anything like this in my life. A mixture of creamy white chocolate with a subtle burst of blueberry.
“Gloria, thank you.” I took another small nibble. “This is outstanding.”
“It looks like you’ve lost a few pounds. We need to put some meat on those bones.”
“Yes, well”—I sighed—“this has been hard.”
Her hand moved to my shoulder. “I understand.” Her fingers stroked the same spot, like she was seeing even deeper inside me. “You know, my son is the type of man who thrives on challenges and uses them as motivation. But, unlike Brett, Jenner doesn’t allow them to come into fruition. He wa
