With a dramatic huff, she dragged her feet into the kitchen, filled a pot with water, and set it to boil for pasta. She didn't care if Ethan was a picky eater. She threw together a simple garlic-and-oil sauce and tossed it with the pasta in no time.
She fully expected him to blow his top over the plain meal, but to her shock, Ethan washed his hands properly, sat down at the dining table, and ate it without a single complaint.
He'd barely eaten a few mouthfuls when his phone rang. He picked it up, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he answered. "Evan? When are you coming back? I'll pick you up."
Whatever the person on the other end said made him blink in surprise. "Back already? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Stella's ears perked up the second she
