“Well,” Folsom said. “You got enough in those bags for me?”
“I have enough for you, since I knew you were coming over, yes.” He looked at Danyetta, his eyes narrowing. “You need to apologize.”
“I’m sorry,” she answered immediately.
Aodhan rolled his eyes. “Not to me, Yeti. To her. She didn’t need to deal with this today.”
Actually, today had been the best day for it.
I’d already been on the verge of throwing myself at him.
Knowing that he hadn’t moved on, not even a little bit? That was enough to force me off the ledge I’d been straddling.
I was now fully committed.
If he wanted me, he could have me.
CHAPTER 13
You don’t have to die to be dead to me.
-coffee cup
AODHAN
Something had changed.
Whether it was learning that I hadn’t blocked her after all, or what she’d learned from Danyetta, I didn’t know.
But after the two extra women at my kitchen table left, I would be asking her.
“What’s with that look on your face?” Folsom asked.
Was she always so in your face?
Luckily, the words weren’t directed at me.
Because I wasn’t sure I could tell her what was actually on my mind—her best friend.
That wouldn’t be appropriate to talk about right now with all the extra people in my business that didn’t actually need to be there.
“I’m thinking that this table is a little cramped with four people sitting at it,” I told her, not outright telling her to leave, but insinuating all the same.
Folsom grinned. “You want us to leave, don’t you?”
If she could be direct, so could I.
“I want you to leave,” I confirmed.
Folsom clapped comically. “See, look how easy it is to be direct. It didn’t hurt you or me for you to say that, either.”
“It kind of hurt me,” Danyetta stood up, gathered her Egg McMuffin trash, and threw it into the trash can beside the back door.
Her eyes narrowed on something outside, then she dropped her head and looked at her feet.
“What?” I asked.
She gestured toward the door, and I looked up just as my alarm alerted me that two people were walking up my driveway.