“Supper’s almost ready, and I’m making your favorite. Chicken Parmigiana.” “You know I’m madly in love with you, right?” I tell her with a mouthful of bread. She rolls her eyes. “You love that I cook for you but nice try. And don’t let my husband hear you say that.” “Where would be the fun in that?”

“Supper’s almost ready, and I’m making your favorite. Chicken Parmigiana.” “You know I’m madly in love with you, right?” I tell her with a mouthful of bread. She rolls her eyes. “You love that I cook for you but nice try. And don’t let my husband hear you say that.” “Where would be the fun in that?”

— K.C. Lynn