Chapter 14

Watching me with a frown, Jack gently placed his napkin across his lap and picked up his wine glass. He raised it up. “To us. Goldilocks and her friend the bear.”

“So you had a bad day?” I asked with my mouth full. Jack was a great cook. I loved the way everything he made always came out tasting bold. “You wanna talk about it?”

Jack twirled the wine in his glass, staring at the light playing in it. “The usual. Once again, Rosamund spent half of her time in the back store texting that gorilla she calls a boyfriend and every time I tried talking to her about it, she got teary-eyed and told me she was having personal issuesshe couldn’t share with me.”

“Maybe she does.”

“No, because in order for her to have personal issuesshe’d have to have an actual human heart, and trust me, I hugged her once and felt nothing beating there. She’s as cold as Donald Trump’s marble toilet.”

What could I say to that?

I just ate some more.

Jack sipped his wine. His plate remained empty.