“No argument from me, and can we get back to Jimmy now?” Zoe wiped Keira’s hands and mouth, then lifted her squirming little ray of sunshine into her arms. “And you can begin by telling me why you didn't so much as breathe one word about you seeing him.”
“Well…” Willa fidgeted a bit. “Because – well, you’ve met him.”
“Uh, yeah. So?”
“So.” Willa exhaled. “You know he’s not really… well. I mean, the man isn’t a hot, sexy step class instructor with abs of steel. He’s a forty-eight-year-old supermarket manager with an ex-wife and a beer gut.”
“Again, I say, ‘so’?”
“So. I guess he’s just really, really vanilla. Works hard. Saves money. Sees his kid every weekend. Has a sad little straggly ponytail and no hair on top.”
“Wow.” Zoe danced around a bit and Keira laughed, grabbed at her long h
