“Jack seems to hate everything I make. He has no problem letting me know that too. I have cleaned more messes off his bedroom wall than I care to count. I’m thinking maybe I’m just a bad cook.”
She let out a little snort that sounded to me like a cross between a hiccup of laughter and a sob.
“My husband didn’t stick around for it, that’s for damn sure.” Again with the laugh that sounded like a sob…
“Anyway, now that I’ve good and properly scared you away, I’ll give you the chance to make a graceful exit, Beau. You go ahead and just say ‘Thanks but no thanks’ and be on your way. I’ll bear no grudge. No hard feelings.”