“What time’s dinner?” he asked.
“Seven.”
“I can help. What should I chop?”
His phone buzzed.
My stomach tightened before I could stop it.
Ben read the message and typed a reply.
“I can help.”
“What was it?”
“They wanted me to cover Friday.”
“And?”
“I said no.”
Then mine buzzed.
A client wanted me for an event on that Friday.
“I said
no.”
I looked at Ben.
“I’ve got work…
