Karla saw the anxiety in Cache’s eyes. She wanted to erase it, but she’d blown open their entire relationship. Their friendship too.
Bombed it.
He was too good for her, despite his protests.
“I made pizza,” she said, stepping out of his arms in an attempt to make the moment less awkward. “I know you like all the meats, and….” She trailed off as she went into the kitchen but he stayed by the back door. “You don’t want to eat.”
“I want to know how you feel about me,” he said, his voice on the low end of dangerous. “I basically just poured my heart out to you, and you started talking about pizza.”
Karla blinked at him, surprised. He was so calm all the time. So witty. So light-hearted. “Food is how I show I care about a person,” she said. “I didn’t realize I needed to say it out loud.”
