- Aria
I stared at the crab leg Luca had placed in my bowl like it was a live grenade.
Everyone else at the table was enjoying their food, but my entire brain was screaming nope.
Luca nudged the bowl toward me. “You should eat.”
“I can’t,” I said flatly, sliding the crab leg right back into his bowl.
His brows pulled together. “You don’t like crab anymore?”
“It’s not about liking it.” I kept my voice casual, but there was a sting underneath. “Our daughter’s severely allergic, remember? And I’m breastfeeding. I can’t risk eating shellfish.”
The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them—not because they weren’t true, but because of the way they hit him.
His whole expression changed like he’d been slapped with his own failures.
“Oh,” he said quietly. “Right
