I swallow. “Okay. I’ll take your word for it. Since you said you don’t want to talk about it.”
She nods. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” I stop, tugging on her hand to get her to face me, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from her forehead and tuck it behind her ear. Her short haircut is growing out a little. “One day, when you feel like you can trust me enough, and when you’re up for talking about it, I’d like to hear about her. About what she disagrees with you about so strongly. And why you want to cut off contact with her.”
Her lips part on an indrawn breath, and she holds it in, frozen in anticipation of talking. She exhales on a rush, closing her eyes and nodding. “Okay.”
And that’s enough for me for now. I bring her hand up to my lips and give it a kiss. “Thank you. Now, you never said what you were agreeing to. Dessert? Coffee? Pancakes?”
A gleam of mischief comes into her eyes, and this time when she bites her lip it’s to cover a smile. “Would you think I’m crazy if I want a big pile of pancakes covered in berry syrup and whipped cream?”
I solemnly shake my head. “Not at all. Let’s go.”