“Poppyseed allergy.”
“That’s a thing?” He shook his head. “Sorry, of course it is, or you wouldn’t have said it.”
She didn’t sound annoyed that he’d questioned it, for which he was grateful. The old them would have let it get to them. “It is, though it’s rare. And sad. I love lemon poppyseed muffins. They used to be my favorite.”
“Duly noted. Dinner will be entirely free of poppyseeds, I promise.”
An awkward silence fell between them.
“Thanks for the Truffles update. I appreciate your call.”
“Anytime.” He leaned forward, suddenly wishing he had conversation enough to make the call last longer, but he heard the weariness in her tone. “I’ll see you tomorrow. You have my number now if anything changes.”
The call ended, and he leaned into the sofa. Tomorrow would be a good day.
