Chapter 16
Though the kitchen smelled wonderful—the garlic and sausage in the lasagna had Rebecca’s stomach rumbling—the thought of the upcoming supper made Rebecca sick. Bad idea. It was a bad idea. There was no telling what her dad would say to Spencer. He’d promised her he just wanted to get to know the younger man, but sometimes Gil had problems telling the difference between getting to know and interrogating. This rescheduled dinner could either be completely innocuous and a relief to get over, or the worst catastrophe she had ever agreed to.
She might not have worried so much if Spencer hadn’t been distracted ever since his latest consultations with the doctors. He wasn’t sullen or snapping like when he’d first got out of the hospital, but his mood had definitely sobered. He spent
