“Seriously what?” she asks, lifting a lid on one of the boxes. “He’s cute.”
I lift the lid on the other box. “He obviously thinks the same.”
Talia sinks into a chair. “I never thought about, you know. After.”
I sit next to her and squeeze her hand. “I did. The second he looked at you. If he’s steady, understands what you’ve gone through and what you need, he could be good for you.”
“Do you think so, really? He wouldn’t think I’m...icky?”
“If he did, he wouldn’t be the right man for you.”
She sighs. “Yeah.”
“Let’s look through this stuff. I don’t care what Beau says. Something isn’t right, and God help us, I’m not going to be able to quit until I figure out what it is.”