Giving a sullen nod, I kept my eyes on my food. I had been starving only a few minutes ago but my appetite took a suicidal leap, leaving my throat too dry to even think about swallowing the rest. I forced a sip of the bottle of Brothers Toffee Apple cider in hopes that it would help. It didn't.

"Deek, what if they say something?" I whispered at last, risking a glance up at him. He was oddly calm. A lot more so than I would have been if his ex had walked in, even if it had been somebody other than the fucking prick I had met on our...