Amy Seven Years LaterRestroom gossip sessions.
Laughter.
True friends.
“I can’t believe it,” I utter in astonishment. “My very own Sebastian Cleary is going to be a dad.”
Bass’s mist-filled honey eyes shine back at me, full of something I’ve never seen in them—unbridled happiness.
I take a sip of the margarita in front of me as a woman and her dog pass on the sidewalk. “I can’t even manage a pet at this stage of my life, and you’re married and expecting.” I shake my head with a chuckle.
The early September rays shine down on our table. The colorful umbrella covering our table casts a multihued glow onto my pale arms. Sitting outside on this warm day at my favorite Mexican restaurant in Ann Arbor with one of my favorite people in the world is my idea of bliss.
“Chica, it’s not a comp
