I do not want to be here.
I want to be curled up in bed, replaying my run with James from a week ago. Instead, I’m at Sharon’s for a “girls’ night.” Which is supposed to include gossiping about boys. But the boy I want to gossip about has to be kept a secret.
Ugh.
“Can you get me some mugs from the cabinet?” Sharon asks.
I reach up and grab three from the shelf in front of me and hand them to Sharon. Just as she starts to pour the spiced hot cider she’s made, I hear the front door open.
“It’s me! And I have cake!”
The voice belongs to Lisa, a waitress Sharon and I used to work with at the diner until she left to start her own bakery.
She races into the kitchen and wraps me in a hug before doing the same with Sharon.
“It’s so good to see you both! I feel like it’s been foreve
