“I promised them no harm would come to you.” I suppress the urge to make her a sandwich, the desire to look after her and make her forget about her sudden break-up.
“Sorry they kept going on about Lionel last night.” She crosses one leg over the other and cradles her coffee cup in the palm of her hand. “They can get carried away sometimes, and honestly, if you want my opinion, you’re way too hot for him.” She winks at me and I’m sure it’s meant innocently but I have trouble taking it that way. I don’t blush easily, but I feel the heat creeping up my cheeks.
“I know they mean well. They just want to keep me from turning into an old maid.” I accompany my statement with a little chuckle.
“I’m sure you don’t need John and Helen Archer’s help with that.” She gives me a once-over and, if I’m
