CHAPTER 39
Patricia goes right back to bed after we eat, but she thanks me for lunch first. And even though I detect what I think is a hint of criticism when she tells me how interesting the soup tasted, I don’t let it get to me.
Jake helps me clear the table, which I haven’t seen him voluntarily do the entire time we’ve been together. Maybe my positive attitude is contagious.
Maybe we do have what it takes to make this marriage work.
“That was nice of you to get lunch ready,” he says.
I start loading up the dishwasher. “I don’t mind. I kind of enjoyed it.”
If Jake’s going to think I’m ready to take care of Natalie by myself, I’ve really got to sell it.
“You enjoyed it?”
I shoot him another smile, certain my cheeks will be sore by the end of the day. “Yeah.”
We don’t say much afte
