She shrugged. “I’m sure of it.”
“Do you mind?”
She shrugged. “I keep telling her I’m not in the market for a man.”
“Ouch.”
She looked up quickly. “I didn’t mean—”
He held up a hand, stopping her. “It’s okay. I’m not easily offended. Or dissuaded.”
She shrugged, not sure what to say to that. “Things seemed better between you and Bryan, this morning.”
“Changing the subject, huh?”
She raised her eyebrows, waiting.
“Actually, yeah, I think things are better. And I have you to thank for it.”
“Me? What did I do?”
“I tried what you suggested, talked to him about what was going on with me.”
“And it worked?”
He shrugged. “He didn’t respond in kind. Then again, he didn’t stomp away and slam a door on me, either. I call that progress.”
“It’s a start.”
The dull bleat of a cell phone came from Beth’s purse, which was hanging from a hook in the tiny foyer, near the door. She crossed the living room, dug it out and answered.
“Hey, Beth? It’s me. Is everything okay there?”
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