Chapter Twelve
“So then, he just left?” Kathleen and Eric sat together in the Mexican restaurant, having already placed their order. They were sharing a basket of complimentary chips and salsa.
“Well, not exactly. We sat there for a while on the porch, holding hands. Then we kissed, but it wasn’t like our kiss Tuesday night. It was more…I don’t know…comforting, maybe. But very sweet. Kathleen, I didn’t want to push him into something he wasn’t ready for.”
She scooped up a huge amount of salsa with her chip, not even close to being proportionate to the size of her bite. “I can see it now. This is Max all over again. This situation has the potential to drag on for months, years even. You’re going to pine for him the way you did for Max, and he’s going to string you along because he’s too
