He touched my bottle with his glass. His subtle glance made me feel shy. “What’s up?” he asked. “You look deep in thought all of a sudden.”
“I’m thinking about my mother.”
“Losing a parent is a tough thing to experience.”
“I can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Nor should you.”
“The look on her face when I told her I loved her was priceless. She said she had always loved me.” I fought back tears. “I miss her terribly.”
I felt Devon’s hand on my chest. “Keep the good times close to you.”
He waited for me to say something more as he dug his spoon into the semi-thawed pint of ice cream. He turned his head, a half-c****d smirk on his face.
I drank the rest of my soda, wet my lips, and set the plastic bottle on the glass coffee table. “My father was a different kind of person. A moody man.”
