Countdown to My Divorce

Rachel instinctively glanced over to see who had stopped her. It was Tyler.

She figured it was just a coincidence. Maybe Tyler liked beef too. But the plate was full, and she wasn’t petty enough to fight over food. So Rachel withdrew her fork and generously gave it up to him

Tyler took the slice of beef.

Rachel thought, ‘Okay, that one’s his. Now it’s my turn.‘

Just as she reached out again, Tyler’s fork pressed hers down once more.

This time, Rachel was sure it wasn’t a coincidence. She gave him a strange look. But since she was allergic to beef, she couldn’t exactly ask him if he was doing this on purpose.

She awkwardly pulled away. There was still plenty of beef on the plate. She didn’t believe Tyler would eat it all.

She turned her attention to the other dishes, trying to bide her time.

Meanwhile, Sasha kept throwing Yvette suggestive glances. “Yvette, pour Mr. Hunt a drink. Help him feel welcome.”

Yvette immediately reached for the wineglass in front of her and started pouring for Tyler, but he lifted a hand to stop her. Yvette’s hand froze midair awkwardly.

cold

”

stay over tonight. We’ve got plenty of guest rooms. Or if you’re not used to

fall into place. After

budge. “No, thanks. I don’t drink unless it’s a

left no room for

he’d made it

wineglass back on

reached out with her fork again. She was just about to grab a small slice of beef when

would you mind

spoke to her, her eyes lit up again. “Of course. Mr. Hunt, if you like beef, you should’ve said so earlier. Mrs. Jones makes the best

picked up her fork and began moving some beef to

looked up. “Can I have the

momentarily stunned at this, but

just pass the

brightly. She placed the entire