Savannah
“Are you sure you don’t just want to drop that off and go back to my place?” Lee glances at me as the light turns green and he takes his foot off the brake. “It’s kinda early for dinner.”
I look down at the chilled pan of lasagna in my lap, the tin foil top crinkling under my grip. “I know it’s early, but it’s not like we’re gonna eat the second we get there.” I try not to take it personally that he doesn’t want to try my cooking. “And it hasn’t been that long since Mandi’s surgery, so she probably goes to bed pretty early.”
Lee drums his fingers on the steering wheel. “She’s not contagious or something, is she?”
My mouth pops open and it takes me a moment to reply. “She had to have back surgery because of a fall.”
I want to add so unless you can catch clumsiness, then no, it
