As we walked down a short hallway to the kitchen, I could tell at a glance which room was Luke's. It looked like a perfect room for a little boy, with all kinds of animals painted on the walls. Which had me wondering who had done the artwork.
"Nice place," I remarked, as he walked me into the kitchen.
Remo glanced around and shrugged. "When I found out we were expecting Luke, I bought us a nice four-bedroom house, but I had to sell it, along with our van, when my ex and I split up."
"That's too bad," I said, as he started getting things out of the fridge, letting the subject drop.
When he pulled out some chicken breasts and salad fixings and put them on the counter, I asked, "What can I do to help?"
He poured me a glass of wine, dropped a kiss on the end of my nose and smiled. "You ca
