“You look pleased with yourself,” Ollie commented when Cory came into the kitchen Sunday morning.
“I do?”
“Yep, that or happy, one or the other.”
“I am happy, not that I probably have a right to be because it probably meant nothing.”
“That’s fairly cryptic,” Ollie replied, flipping the omelets he was cooking. “Make coffee, please, while you tell me what you meant.”
“Mason hugged me last night when I told him a couple of the customers complimented me and I know it was only because he was happy for me and not anything really personal, but he did and…” He shrugged while doing as Ollie’s asked.
“You want more of them, I suspect.”
“Wouldn’t you if you were me and really liked someone?”
“Did you hug him back?”
“Well, no. I was afraid if I did and he didn’t really mean anything by it, he
