Chapter 6

“No,” said Kiko when he met his eye. “We’re not getting a goat.”

“I wasn’t going to ask that,” muttered Dom and pulled open the door to the basement. When he got back, Kiko was wiping down tables. Dom returned to his own and scooped the sticker backs into his garbage can. Kiko really was grumpy. Dom didn’t often see him like this.

He’d toyed with the idea of going out to eat, getting down on one knee, and proposing that they never celebrate the day again, but now staying in sounded like a good idea. A great joke would be his own cooking, he knew. Dom struggled to make anything fancy; his terrible cooking passed off as romance would be funny. He’d even light candles. The ones Kiko kept in the guest bathroom for visitors.

“What, Dom?” asked Kiko, crossing to wipe down Dom’s table with the damp cloth. “You look like you’re scheming something. Please don’t tell me you’ve found another mystery.”