My heart started racing. “What kind of proposition?”
He leaned forward, elbow on his knee, looking at me intensely.
“Give me one month,” he said.
I blinked. “What?”
“Thirty days,” he continued. “Let me take you out. Cook for you. Show you what we could be now, not who we were five years ago, but who we are now. As the people we’ve become.”
I stared at him. “Enzo…”
“No pressure,” he said quickly. “No expectations beyond spending time together. We’ll go on dates, like we’re starting over.”
“We can’t just start over…”
“Why not?” he asked. “We’re still married. We never stopped being married. All I’m asking is for a chance to date my own wife.”
“This is insane,” I said, standing up.
He stood too. “Maybe. But it’s also honest.”
“We tried once,” I said, my voice rising. “It didn’t wor
