#Chapter14

I watched as Warren trudged inside the front door.

"Ciao." He spoke gruffly and tipped his head about a millimeter in greeting. I was getting used to it. Warren didn't speak much, or show any emotion for that matter but I'd stopped being terrified of him.

"Will you be staying over for dinner?" I asked from the kitchen.

"No." His response was curt and I didn't mind, I knew he wasn't trying to be rude intentionally. It was just how he communicated.

I eyed the crisp suit he had on. "You're dressed up. Hot date?" I teased.

He gave me a blank look and for a moment I thought...