‘Should we talk about earlier?’
‘Oh, God no,’ she insisted, picking up a stray spoon, ‘I think the best thing is to keep at least seven feet apart and get through this weekend.’
‘Why are you waving a spoon?’
‘No idea.’
‘Food’s here!’
Alex put down the spoon. ‘Let’s not make this any more difficult than it needs to be,’ she whispered. ‘Can’t we just enjoy each other’s company?’
‘We can,’ he mumbled. ‘I’ll just try not to look at you.’
Before Alex could reply, Erin and Paul appeared, laden with bags and boxes. ‘Let’s eat, people,’ Erin yelled. ‘This lobster isn’t going to crack itself.’
