I called out from the doorway as I kicked off my shoes. “In here,” she replied. I followed the spicy scent of tomato sauce and found Ellie in our state-of-the-art kitchen, dumping pasta into a colander. “Hey, babe.” I slid onto a stool at the huge center island I’d had built before we moved in. “This is different.” “What do you mean?” She smiled at me over her shoulder. “You being home and having time to cook.” Ellie spent so much time on campus I wasn’t sure if she even lived here anymore. “I know. I’ve taken after you, doubling up on my course load. I’ve been crashing in a friend’s dorm a couple nights a week.” “A friend?” I arched an eyebrow. “No, not that kind of friend. Just a girl I have a few classes with.” I frowned at her, and she held out her hands and asked, “What?”
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