Dani changed, then ate her pastry. While her palate enjoyed flaky pastry and rich filling, her thoughts circled like a vulture waiting for that last gasping breath from a dying corpse. It was an interesting sensation. “You married, Alice?”
“I was.” Alice sat down in the chair. “Divorce is a b***h, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Dani stretched her legs out, missing the soft silk of Matt’s robe sliding across her skin, the heat of his eyes even more. She didn’t know how cold she had been until now. “How long for you?”
“Two years.”
“Eight for me.” She and Steven had tried to keep it going after Meggie died, but it was hard to keep anything going with liquor playing third wheel. And Steven had needed the time to make sure they had no community property to divide. “You started dating yet?”
“A little.
