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As I drink my wine, Kieran and I both smile at each other, and I notice he takes a second longer just to stare at my face before drinking his wine. I don’t know what that look was about but it’s sending shivers up and down my spine.

“Hm, the lasagna’s great!” He beams as he eats.

“It’s my mom’s recipe,”

“She must be a great cook,”

“She was. I learned everything from her,” I say proudly. “Does your mom cook ...