I was at lunch two weeks later when I received a text from Jaiden, asking me if that evening would work for dinner. I replied that yes, it would work, and we sorted out where and when.
I grinned as I enjoyed a spicy turkey sandwich, only to have the mood change when Heather seated herself uninvited at my table. She looked the same as she always did, but I knew her true character now.
“So, how was dinner at Gino’s?” she asked, her smirk saying she knew good and well what she’d done.
“Oh, it was fine,” I replied with a smile, slowly wiping my mouth as I had the last bite of my sandwich, then taking a sip of my ginger ale. “I had a salad, which was fabulous.”
Her look of triumph faltered at my careless response. “You…I thought you’d be…”
“Crying in my beer, maybe? Not at all, especially
