Chapter 25

There was Alex, shirtless, clad only in jeans and an apron, standing with his back towards the door. Ethan frowned.

“You didn’t answer—what are you—did I forget something?”

Alex still didn’t talk. He just took a helping of spaghetti, a big spoonful of the sauce, some grated cheese, and brought the plate to the table where he sat and began to stir his meal. He never looked at Ethan.

Ethan groaned and threw his head back. He understood.

“Sasha, please.” He crept forward.

“Stop.”

“I think I owe you something—”

“What? What do you owe me this time? Don’t make me feel like a sniveling wife who just stays at home waiting for you to return on time, or at least remember your promises?”

“Don’t say that. You’re going in a month to shoot your own movie. It’s like my last chance to be with you. I’m sorry, Alex.”