“How did it go with Candy?” Emily asked, although Neil could still feel the tension between them. He’d apologized to Emily when he first walked through the back door, and she had shot him what he was pretty sure was a “Drop dead” look, though she’d been gracious enough not to make his life a living hell.
“She’s not speaking to me. She locked the bedroom door and won’t open it,” he replied.
Emily continued to chop vegetables. He knew she was getting ready for tonight, as they were expecting his parents, as well as Jed, Diana, and their two kids. Andy and his wife, Laura, were coming as well, but only Diana and Jed were staying at the house. The rest had booked a hotel in town.
Neil pulled a knife from the block on the counter. “You got another cutting board? I’ll give you a hand.”
Emily
