Kris stared at me curiously waiting for an answer. I'd stupidly forgotten that he now also read me so well.
“No." I shook my head. “Just a lot going on at work right now, and I was trying to remember if I forgot to do something last night."
He smiled, kissing my hand. “No work talk. Let's just enjoy this meal." He stood up. “I'll make you a plate. What do you feel like? Ribs, sausage, chicken, or a little of everything?"
No way. I was already questioning whether I'd be able to keep any of it down. “Just chicken," I said then remembered something and stood up with him. “I left my phone inside. I'll go get it just in case my mom calls."
He gave me a knowing look then frowned. My grandpa had been in and out of the hospital the last couple of weeks, and Kris knew it. I'd have hated to do i
