Chapter 14

“I told you cooking wasn’t hard.”

“That might take more convincing. And some more lessons. If you were interested.”

Of course, I was interested. But it couldn’t be that easy, could it? Where was the drama, the anger, the frustration? “I am,” I said. “I just wasn’t sure you were after the other night.”

“Why?”

“You weren’t on the subway as usual.”

“That’s why I wanted you to call me then. Oh, wait. Did that waitress even give you my message that night? I sent a note back to the kitchen for you.”

For a split second, I saw the opening it gave me. Lie about getting the note and put the blame on Missy instead of looking like the asshole who didn’t bother following through. But as soon as I saw it, I knew I couldn’t do it. Missy deserved better than that. So did Judah.

“She did,” I said. “But I figured I’d see you on the train anyway.” That was at least partially the truth.

“You won’t. At least not for a while. Gramps is in the hospital.”