“That was okay? Sorry, I can be pushy.” Cora winces before giving in to asmile.
“Okay? That was amazing.” My mind races with excitement. I cannot wait to tell Sean. Deb, too. They’ll be so proud. I’mproud.
“Yay!” Cora clasps her hands together. “We must celebrate, then. Mytreat.”
“Oh, you don’t have to . . .” I shake my head. “You’ve already done somuch.”
“I insist. Besides, I need to know everything about the woman Sean Willis is hiding away.” Her words strike a chord of insecurity. By the alarm on her face I do a poor job of masking my reaction. “That came out wrong!” Her brows rise and she reaches for my arm. “I only meant that I haven’t seen him in months, and anyone who’s a friend of Sean’s should be one of mine. He’s a goodperson.”
“I’d like that.” I push away the niggling thought that she’s insincere or has an ulterior motive. With my past, I don’t always expect the best in people. It’s something I’m workingon.
“Good. Now, how do you feel about tacos? Because that’s also a means I use to measure friendship compatibility.” Her stare turns serious, but she’s obviouslyacting.
“We’re good there. I love Mexican food.” A giggle escapes mylips.
She locks her arm through mine again and walks us down the street. “Good. Because that’s where I’m takingyou.”
