Deirdre climbed out of her bed, but Kyran stopped her. “Where are you going? It’s cold!”

“I’m going to reheat dinner.”

Kyran frowned. “I can do it myself.”

“I’ll be fine. In fact, I’ll keep you company.”

She put on her coat and went downstairs, where the food was already cold. Instead of sending them into the microwave, she took some spaghetti and green vegetables from the fridge.

Confused, Kyran asked, “Weren’t you supposed to reheat dinner?”

Deirdre pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I thought for a moment and changed my mind. I don’t think it’s good to have something with that much kick and flavor in the dead of night, so I decided to make something mild and tame, like… a bowl of spaghetti. You just have to wait for a few minutes. Once the water’s boiling, I can make simple veggie spaghetti.”

She turned away from him and set her attention to the meal.

Kyran watched her back, his face pale. And then, within minutes, a steaming bowl of spaghetti with some leafy green g