“If that were the case, he’d have never agreed to let me out of the house to meet with you in the first place.”
“I wonder what excuse you would have made for him if that had happened.”
I frown. “Is this going to end in another fight, Chris? Because I don’t have the energy for it.”
He looks like he wants to say something snarky in return, but he bites back the retort and leans back in his seat. He gazes out across the restaurant for a second and then takes a deep breath and refocuses on me. “You look nice."
“Doesn’t really seem like your style.”
“Only because I was too poor to afford anything I’m currently wearing," I snap back defensively.
“And that’s changed now?” Chris asks shrewdly. “Despite the fact that you don’t have a job?”
I grit my teeth and try to be patient. “I know you d
