After they’d been together for exactly a year, Grant made dinner on a
Saturday while Kat was working. When she got home, he drew a warm
bath for her and lathered her up and wrapped her in an oversized
towel. He said he wanted to work up an appetite.
The white box was sitting next to Kat’s spoon. She used her fork to
secure her steak, cutting small pieces from it. She sipped red wine
while he drank still water. No comment on the ring. She cleared the
table, washed the dishes. Grant slipped behind her. She said, “No
wedding.”
