"I still don't like him," Brad uttered from a chair in Mike's old room.
Nancy smirked while passing Trisha the other end of the new sheets for the empty bed between them. Tucking her side in, she straightened. "You don't have to like Nick, Trish does."
While unwrapping the new comforter, Trisha glanced at her friend. "I don't like him most of the time."
"Yes, you do." Nancy took the comforter Trisha passed to her over the bed.
"I can't believe he kissed me." Bed made, she sat on the floor under the window. "You know, someone called him that night we had dinner together. Told him to stay away from me."
Brad's gaze searched her face. "Who?"
"He didn't know." She shrugged. "Seems odd, though."
"Maybe because he's new in town," Brad suggested. "This place doesn't like change."
"What di
