Lara groaned and placed a hand over her stomach. “I’m so full,” she whined.
Greg chuckled and shook his head. “You didn’t eat that much,” he replied, glancing over at her plate which was far from clean.
His smile faded as he looked back at Lara and took in her slim wrist. Her figure was hidden beneath one of his shirts, but he knew that her ribs weren’t as well hidden underneath a layer as fat as he’d like. She’d lost weight in the three or so months that he’d known her, and Greg knew that it had everything to do with what Jackson had put her through.
“It was really rich,” Lara explained in a sigh, her words probably only half of the truth. The risotto that they’d made had been rich, but her smaller stomach was mostly to blame.
“I have some ice cream in the freezer,” Greg said as h
