Waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, I lean one hip against the counter and scrub a hand over my face.
Last night with Ana took an unexpected turn. We had dinner and some wine, which was fine . . . until she prodded me into opening up. It’s something I rarely do, even with people I’ve been friends with for years. I told Ana things that even my own teammates don’t know about me. I told her about my parents, my childhood, asked her about her relationship . . .
That was stupid on my part. There was no point bonding with her over some stupid game of twenty questions. She isn’t going to be here long. Most likely, she’ll eventually go back to Kress. And even then, I couldn’t bring myself to regret the conversation. Yeah, I revealed more than I wanted to, but just the chance to keep her bi
