Confession #11: But I enjoyed talking to her, anyway.
“Comfy?”
I glanced at Reese blankly.
I’d just set my bag on the bench between us so no one could even suggest anything inappropriate might be going on here. But I must’ve made too big of a production of making us look non-romantic, because she sounded beyond amused.
When I met her gaze, blue-blue eyes crinkled with a smile. That little obsessed part inside me sighed in contentment.
Turning her attention back to her food as she stabbed a crouton as if she hadn’t just made my heart go ka-thump, she said, “I feel like your mom totally played me, by the way.”
At the mention of my mom, I cringed. “I know. I’m sorry about that. I told her she needs to tell people about Sarah’s condition whenever she interviews them. But she insists it t
