“When exactly did this happen?” Lance asked Henry quietly, so as not to disturb them in their own little world. It was clear they had completely forgotten about the others in the room. He was having a hard time putting together the image he had of the woman hopping friend he knew and the man who sat before him peppering April’s faces with kisses as she tried, but failed to stifle her giggles.
“Sunday morning from what I can tell,” Henry responded in an equally low tone as he also studied the two of them. “It’s unbelievable, isn’t it? At first, I thought by the end of all this, they’d just keep their distance away from each other and dub the other ‘the one that got away. At some point, it became obvious that it was inevitable.”
“You can’t honestly tell me that you saw this coming?” Lance
