“She’s fine, Tasha. Sit and eat. You came over and cooked all this. At least sit and eat with us.” Arrick beams her way warmly, her face at once softening from maternal hen squawking around me to smitten doe eyes that make me want to gag. She can never conceal that bleurgh over the top adoration she has for him, and honestly, it’s kind of pathetic.

“No, really, I told you I ate before coming over. You two enjoy while I clean up. I didn’t want you leaving with an empty ...