She looked uncomfortable.
“I’m just trying to be nice.”
“I understand, but Tony has coffee at home. I don’t think he needs you buying it for him every day.”
Dakota glanced toward our house.
Then she nodded.
“Okay. I understand.”
After that, she stopped appearing in the mornings.
I thought the matter was settled.
I was wrong.
Nearly a week later, I was standing near our front window when I saw Dakota approaching Tony’s car.
This time, she wasn’t carrying coffee.
She handed him a small folded note.
Tony opened it.
His expression changed immediately.
He looked toward Dakota, said something I couldn’t hear, and quickly folded the paper again.
Dakota walked away.
I hurried outside.
“Tony, what was that?”
He looked surprised.
“What?”
“The note Dakota just gave you.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Then let me see it.”
“Jennifer, don’t start.”
I stared at him.
