Chapter Sixteen
5:30 came too soon, although this time she’d gotten a solid seven hours of sleep. She and Jeremy had eaten their pizza at the kitchen table, her bottom suffering on the hard wooden chair, and little had been said during dinner. She had noticed that, over the past few days, they’d spoken little, although conversation had always flowed like a stream between them. It was too early, she thought, to be concerned. There were so many things to adjust to in their new relationship.
In comfortable silence they’d finished eating rather quickly, leaving half of the pizza untouched, and then he’d told her to clean up. He watched her move about the kitchen in red as she wrapped up the pizza and washed their plates and put them away. He gestured to the pizza box and she looked at him he
