Chapter 13

Megan tried not to notice how quiet Caleb seemed that night. She chalked it up to a long day at work, although when she'd tried to ask him about it, he'd brushed her off and then kissed her until she'd almost forgotten what she'd wanted to ask him.

What is he hiding? She didn't want to think that he was hiding anything, but it niggled at her brain all evening as she cooked them dinner.

Megan had never been the girlfriend who cooked and cleaned—well, she would if she had to, but she had gotten irritated with any guy who assumed she had to be the one to do those tasks. But tonight, she wanted to cook for Caleb. Probably because he's a terrible cook, she thought wryly, remembering the burnt batch of scrambled eggs he'd made her at his house that morning.

“What are you making?" he asked her as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"It's a surprise." She slapped his hand away when he tried to pilfer a piece of cheese. "No stealing anything!"

He laughed softly, the exhalation warm