“So Chris said yes.” Olivia Jameson brushed her long auburn hair back from her beautiful face. “And he’s moving in here tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Jenny said as she poured Kat another glass of wine. “Into the guest room.”
“For now,” Emma piped up.
“Yes.” Jenny flushed. “For now.”
The other women looked at her, then at each other.
“What?” Jenny asked.
“Well,” Olivia said slowly. “I think it’s great what you and Chris are trying to do… but I can’t help but worry a bit. And I mean for both of you.”
“I know,” Jenny said. “It’s – it’s rough. And in a strange way, I almost feel like it’s going to be harder on him.”
Kat choked on her wine. “On him? Why?”
“Because he’s going to be doing things with no idea at all what my reaction’s going to be.” Jenny fidgeted with a dessert spoon. “He knows that
