Emily thought about Justin's less than stellar eating habits on and off the whole time she prepared the lasagna. He was always taking care of other people but no one ever took care of him so when he said he hadn't eaten anything all day her nurturing instincts kicked into gear. He stared at her incredulously after her offer to make him lunches for school slipped out.
Forcing herself to remain calm, she said, "I don't see why not. I'm already packing them for myself. What's one more? I used to pack lunches for my siblings all the time."
"I usually buy lunch on campus—"
Mortified by his rejection, she quickly backtracked. "That was out of line, forget I said anything."
He gazed at her with one of the softest expressions Emily had ever seen. Her traitorous heart slammed against her rib cage.
