While Allison went about making dinner, the two of them moved around cleaning everything up. The leftover dough went into the fridge and the cookies were covered with a clean kitchen towel. When they were done, Deucalion put a movie on for her in the living room while Allison finished up dinner.
"Need any help?" Deucalion asked, leaning on the counter. His expression was stoic and closed down.
She nodded toward the cutting board where a head of cabbage was sitting, trying not to frown. "Could you cut that up? It won't take long to steam."
"Sure." He washed his hands before going to work.
"So how was your day?" she asked. It was time to get over the hang up. They could talk without being intimate. Besides, this was the first step.
"Busy."
Taking a deep breath, she closed the oven and
