She’d be the first person not to want to force anything on anyone.
“The baby is getting used to his voice. Maybe you’ll have a future singer in there.”
“Who knows?” Elise said. “Can I get you something to drink or eat?”
“I’ll get a cup of coffee,” she said. “You sit.”
She was used to coming into her brother’s home and helping herself. Though now that he was married and had someone else living here, maybe she should ease back on that.
“You can make me one too,” Elise said. “I might enjoy being waited on.”
She turned when Elise was in the kitchen with her, pulling down two cups and then getting the creamer out of the fridge.
She spun the rack holding the flavors and picked one at random. Looked like coconut for her. “What do you want?”
“Do the same for mine. Might as well live a little,” Elise said, wiggling her eyebrows.
She did as Elise said and got the second one. “Gingerbread for you.” Which brought back her drinks last night. “Speaking of living a little…”
“Ohhhh,” Elise said, rubbing her hands together. “I can tell, this is going to be good. Who do you have your eye on? It’s been a long time.”
“I’ve had my eye on lots of men but have made no moves. Guess I thought they’d make them and realized that when they do it crashes and burns.”
“Victor was a dick,” Elise said. “Has he been bugging you again?”
“No.” Her last ex had finally stopped reaching out about a year ago. No more begging her to come back, no more promises that he’d changed or would do better.
She didn’t like beggars. She didn’t like men who pretended to be someone they weren’t.
“Then tell me more about what is going on. I’m trying to read your mood and not doing a good job at it.”
Her coffee finished, she then put Elise’s cup under the spout.
“Welcome to the club. I got little sleep last night for a lot of reasons. A mixture of them.”
“Getting even better.”
They finished preparing their coffee and sat in the living room again.
“First, you can’t say anything to Gabe or my parents.”
“I wouldn’t,” Elise said. “I know what it’s like to want to keep things private.”
“There are a few reasons for it. First, I went to school with this guy.”
“What’s his name? I don’t want to keep referring to him as ‘this guy’.”
“Chance,” she said.
“Sexy.”
“Yeah, he’s that. Rugged and all male.” She gave a shoulder wiggle.
Elise was waving her hand in front of her face. “Not your usual type.”
“Nope. He was the bad boy who everyone thought would drop out. Always getting into trouble for something. Most of the girls I hung out with wouldn’t even talk to him, let alone admit how good-looking he was.”
“Because he wasn’t good enough in their eyes or they were afraid of him?”
