Chapter Twenty-Nine
Graham
“Why did you do that?” Allie asked, her chin set in a mulish line and her eyes flashing. We were at the kitchen table, and I hadn’t had enough coffee yet.
“Do what?”
“Stop being friends with Madison.”
“I’m still friends with Madison,” I insisted.
Allie’s curls bounced with the sharp shake of her head. “When we saw her at Firehouse, you were all polite and weird. I thought you actually liked her.”
God save me from my way too perceptive daughter. “I do like her.”
“You like her, like her?” my daughter pressed.
I bit back a groan. “I like her as a neighbor and a friend.” I paused to take a gulp of coffee.
Allie blinked at me. “I think you’re being stupid. Gram said you were upset because Madison told me it wasn’t a big deal to get caught smoking. You took i
