His kindness made some guilt rise up in me. I hadn’t been returning that kindness, had I?
“We don’t have to just have meals together,” Ian said. “I understand that direct conversations can be difficult. Perhaps if we participated in other activities, you might feel more at ease. And this way, we could create memories together too.”
“I think that’s a great idea, Annette,” Mom said, smiling encouragingly at me.
Dad glanced up at me but didn’t say anything.
Jake stared, while nodding. He’d already accepted this idea, and was probably planning different date ideas for Ian and me.
Ian was being so nice about this, I would have to be an absolute jerk to try to turn him down flat, regardless of where my heart truly lied. Besides, maybe he was right. Even though I didn’t feel a connection wit
