“You’ve got to be kidding me. There’s no way that you’re serious about this. You can’t be.”
“Does it look like I’m kidding?”
“But it’s just dinner with your mother and the girls—and it’s definitely not the first time that I’m having dinner with them, either. Why do I need to wear this… this thing?”
I held the offending object towards Matthew, hoping against hope that he would actually come and take it from me, but even I knew that I was expecting too much. He was leaning against the doorjamb of our bedroom with the exact same self-satisfied smile that he had been sporting since he had come in here with this stupid thing. He stared at me for a few more seconds before he started to close the distance between the two of us, his eyes not on
