“I need that for dinner.”
Joe scoffed. “You have plenty. And I can’t believe that you’re cooking for him.”
“Could be for me,” I hedged.
Joe crunched loudly on a chip, then chewed and swallowed even while he raised an eyebrow knowingly. “Nope. Noah loves that dish. I know better.”
Ah. So that’s why Angela had suggested it. “He’s coming over after his shift.”
“And how long has this been going on?”
Joe tried for unconcerned, but I could hear the little bit of hurt under his words. Not only had I kept it quiet, but his brother had, too. I knew he had to be upset about it. It wasn’t like either one of us to keep secrets from him.