Zed’seyes burned into me as I sat down, then focused back on the TV screen. I didn’t know him well enough to know what he was thinking, but given the tenseness in his shoulders, I was guessing either guilt or anger. Experience told me that with a man, it was probably anger, but something about the time I’d spent with Zed told me it was probably guilt.

“Thanks for the cake. That was sweet of you,” I said quietly, setting his cake on the couch between us before settling down on the ...