Page 45 of Craig
“Wanna talk?”
“No.” She shook her head. Turning away, she found cups.
“I don’t know if you wanted tea.”
“I could use a cup.” He had to fight to tamp down the frustration and told himself that he had to be patient.
“There’re huge slices of cake in here.” He took out a container.
“And things to make sandwiches. Containers of soup, an entire thing of lasagna, and I have to tell you that the chef makes the best. Fruits, two kinds of pies and-”
“What type of pies?”
“Apple and pecan. Want a slice?”
“Apple. I should have made us coffee.”
She considered with a frown.
“Tea will do for now.” He started to put away the things when she turned off the stove.
“Honey in the tea?”
“Hmm.” He opened the fridge and dumped stuff in.
“I want to apologize for my grandfather,” he began. He had told himself he would leave it alone but changed his mind.
“There’s no need.”
“There’s every need. Dammit, Regina, I wish you would talk to me.”
“And say what exactly?” She put the steaming cup in front of him before sitting down.
“You already have the gist of it. He left us and never stayed in touch. Only with Dylan. Your grandfather has a right to delve into my life. You’re his flesh and blood.”
She blew on the liquid before taking a sip.
“He hurt you.”
She shrugged. “I’m over it.”
“Are you?”
“Yes! Would you please drop it? It’s not like we’re in a real marriage. We don’t have to bare our souls to each other or anything like that.”
Slamming the fridge door shut, he turned a furious gaze on her that had her jolting.
“That might be the case, but there’s no reason we cannot be friends. We’re stuck with each other, whether you like it or not. Wouldn’t it be better if we had some kind of relationship?”
Putting the cup down, she met his gaze. “As long as it doesn’t complicate things.”
“We wouldn’t want that,” he muttered.
“Suit yourself. I was just trying to make things easier.”
They both lapsed into an uneasy silence; the only sound was the rain pattering against the window pane.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said.
