She let out a sharp breath and finally set the coffee cup down. “Trust me, you don’t want to do that.”
“Should I go?”
“Why not?”
“Why are you pushing this? I’m trying to protect you.”
“From what?”
“From them. From feeling like that girl again.”
I tilted my head and looked at her for a long moment.
There was something almost desperate in her voice.
“Why are you pushing this? I’m trying to protect you.”
“Maybe you’re right,” I said. “Maybe it’s not a good idea.”
Alison’s smile returned. “It’s not like you have to prove anything to anyone.”
I nodded.
Because I knew Alison well enough to realize there was something she wasn’t telling me.
What I didn’t understand was why.
“Maybe you and I can have dinner that night?” I said. “Our own private reunion.”
There was something she wasn’t telling me.
