“I’m trying to figure out what we can make for dinner.” He said.
“You're the club president.” I said.
“I know.” He said.
“You have people who handle difficult situations.” I said.
“I know.” He said.
“And you can’t figure out dinner.” I said and he looked offended.
“Dinner is complicated.” He said and I laughed.
“You're ridiculous.” I said.
“I’m exhausted.” He said.
“So am I.” I said and he closed the refrigerator.
“Then we make something easy.” He said.
“Agreed.” I said.
We settled on pasta because neither of us had the energy to be creative.
I chopped vegetables while Jace handled the sauce, and for once there were no phones ringing, no club members coming through the door, and no one asking us where Victor was.
The silence was almost therapeutic and Jace glanced at me.
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