the safer option.”
So I gave him one.
That evening, I sat beside Grant on the couch while he pretended to watch television.
“Can I ask you something?” I said.
He stiffened.
“Sure.”
“Are you happy?”
He studied me carefully.
“Of course I am.”
“With us?”
“Where is this coming from?”
“I don’t know. You’ve seemed distracted since you came home.”
“It’s work.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true.”
I nodded.
“I was thinking we could have dinner tomorrow night. Somewhere nice.”
His expression changed.
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“I may
