“But we didn’t finish.”
Marin glanced at me again. “We can finish next time.”
Next time.
I did not correct her.
We walked through the kitchen. Dex was standing at the counter eating a piece of cake before dessert had officially been served. He had a fork in one hand and his phone in the other.
“Leaving already?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He looked at my bag. Then continue reading …
