Abby
He doesn’t respond for a moment, and I hold my breath. Is he angry? Hurt? Annoyed? It’s impossible to read the expression on his face.
“Oh,” he finally says, leaning back in his seat. “Just helping out?”
I nod. “He insisted on helping, so I put him in the back. Tonight, he was doing dishes.” The memory of it almost makes me smile, but I stop myself at the last minute. The last thing that will help this situation is me grinning like an i***t.
Adam’s eyebrows go up. “That must have been a sight.”
I finally let the smile slip free. “Oh, it was.”
“Well, that’s good.” He takes a sip of his wine. “You need whatever help you can get. Though I imagine he must be a pretty difficult employee.” He has no idea.
“So, it doesn’t bother you?”
He shakes his head. “No, I trust
