“What’s the name of the restaurant, sweetheart?”
“Will you make sure that I get to cook Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner?” she asked, watching his expression through narrowed eyes.
He opened his mouth, but abruptly shut it and shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”
“Okay,” she said, nodding thoughtfully. “I understand.”
“You do?” he asked, sounding surprised and for good reason.
She’d never given up this easily before.
She wasn’t exactly giving up now.