Chapter 4
His eyebrows lifted before he leveled me with a look that said he didn’t appreciate me challenging him. Well, I didn’t appreciate that he was judging the way I raised my kids. He could build a bridge and get the hell over it.
I meant heck over it.
“I didn’t mean to offend you. I always wanted to sit in front of the TV during dinner when I was growing up. My parents were pretty strict.”
The tone of his voice, the sadness, pushed past my mad and took up residence inside me. I felt badly for him.
Of course, the next look he gave me was one that told me exactly how much he appreciated my sympathy.
“Well,” I said, trying to salvage something, “I don’t feel like cooking Friday nights, so it’s as much me being lazy as it is a reward for them. It works out for all of us.”
“What ha
