“Maybe you’ll fall in love and stay.”
“Ew, Em, he’s like a hundred. I’m not falling in love with Clark Rhodes.”
“I wasn’t referring to Clark Rhodes, but it’s interesting that you went there. Also, interesting how defensive you got.”
“I’m going for coffee and not taking that bait.” She rifled through her bag for some cash. “Maybe he has a son.” She blinked innocently.
“He’s thirty-six, not fifty, you spaz.”
“Maybe I should bring him some adult diapers.”
“I’ll take a cappuccino if you’re going,” Emma said, refusing to acknowledge the last comment.
“No problem. I’ll stop by Duane Reade and pick Clark up some Rogaine on my way.”
Emma’s only response was to throw her pencil at Caroline. She laughed as she retreated and shouted from the hall, “And prune juice!”
Emma chuckled, then sobered at the thought of seeing Nathan the next day, their day. Emma had given it a lot of thought and concluded she was being foolish. For one thing, whatever Nathan’s secret, it surely paled in comparison to her own. For another, Nathan already held her heart. This tether that joined them was unbreakable. She wouldn’t insult or threaten their bond with a lie. She had a plan. The time for secrets was over.