Chapter Eleven
Emma bit back a smile. Having Sean here made the dinner so much more bearable. Of course, he would pick up on the fact that the frozen, boxed lasagna wasn’t great. It had, in fact, been her favorite growing up. She just hadn’t known any better. Her mom reached over and took her plate, slapping a huge square of mushy noodles and goopy cheese on it before handing it back.
She did the same for Sean. He dug in like he hadn’t eaten in a week. Emma couldn’t help but like him a little more for that. Her mom had zero cooking skills, but she tried.
Nicky pulled a bottle of beer from the fridge.
Emma glared at him. “Yeah, Nick, we’d love to have a beer.”
Nicky sat down and pointed his bottle in the direction of the fridge. “You know where to get it.”
She did, but she was pinned
