Annoyance flashed across her face. She glanced toward the kitchen, which was completely clean and untouched. No food, no scent of cooking. Not even a pan out of place. Her brows pinched together.
“Where’s dinner?”
She marched into the dining area and yanked open the fridge. Aside from a few bottles of drinks, it was empty. No lobster. Nothing.
She slammed the door shut.
“Spencer, did you not hear—”
But before she could lash out, Gideon cut her off. “Hey, talk nicely. If he didn’t cook, he must have a reason. Why are you throwing a fit?” He turned to me with a friendly smile. “Spencer, don’t be mad at her. She’s just spoiled. She was bragging earlier about how much you pamper her, saying it makes her feel like a queen.”
I watched him speak as if he owned the place, as if he were her real boyfriend. Then I met Dahlia’s eyes. She was avoiding my gaze, waiting for me to cave in like I always did.
It was almost funny.
Funny enough that I stopped packing, stood still, and said, “Dahlia. If I remember correctly...”
I looked right at her and continued, “We already broke up. And since we’ve broken up…”