(Cassidy)
The kitchen felt quieter than the living room. Maybe it was because we had something to do besides sit and think. I opened the refrigerator while Dane leaned against the counter watching me. Neither of us seemed ready to talk again just yet.
"I can make sandwiches," I said. "I'm not in the mood to cook anything bigger than that."
He gave me a small smile before nodding.
"Sandwiches sound good."
I pulled out the bread, cheese, and the leftover roast chicken from yesterday. Dane grabbed two plates without me asking. We'd been doing things like this together for so long that neither of us had to think about it. We just moved around each other without getting in the way.
"You should sit down," I told him. "You've had enough to deal with today."
He opened the drawer and took ou
