A short time later, I blurted, “Is the only reason you’re here because of what happened yesterday?” The minute I said that, I could have smacked my head. Idiot! Now you might scare him away.
Gregory frowned as he watched the water boil in the big pot he’d found, and I thought I’d blown it when he said, “I can go, you know. I just thought you could use a decent meal, and so could I.”
I was quick to demur. “No, no. Please ignore me. Stupid shit comes out of my mouth a lot. I’m not the most thoughtful guy in the world.”
He didn’t respond and so I watched as he made dinner, something that I absolutely enjoyed. He fit here, in this kitchen, with me.
“I wanted to do something nice for the small-town hero. But you need to understand that’s all this is. A ‘thank you’ meal for doing something so brave and selfless.”
I shrugged. “I appreciate it, but it was instinctual. Like I told Rebekah earlier, I reacted. That’s all it was. Anyone would have done it.”