“So who is Tucker?” Malika asked in a Girl, you’d better dish tone.
Who was he indeed? Friend implied more between them than the casual acquaintance they’d resumed since Corinne started working at the diner. She hadn’t expected that from him given her history with him and his friends back in high school. But he’d been one of the few people to be unfailingly nice to her since she came back, which said a lot about the kind of man he was. The fact that he’d volunteered to watch her son so she could go apply for a job certainly went a long way past mere acquaintance.
“I’ve known him since elementary school.” Which didn’t quite answer the question, but she didn’t know what else to say. Oh, yeah, he’s also my dance partner in this lunatic fundraiser. Yeah, no, she didn’t have the brain to thin
