Tiffany had watched their reactions.
Jessica’s acceptance of Devin grew rapidly based on no more than shared gastronomical experiences in a city thousands of miles away. Such simple things to tie people together. Why did she never find that? Her connections were never simple.
Devin, too, was much more complex than he’d first appeared. He shifted between joy at discovering a fellow urbanite and…Tiffany almost wondered if he was going to be sick at other moments. There was some history there that wasn’t sitting comfortably. He—
“Where are you from?”
“Nob Hill, San Francisco,” Devin’s question surprised the answer out of her.
“Well, that explains the long hair,” Jessica declared, as if San Francisco was still rooted in the 1960s and ’70s.
It wasn’t true. When she’d been growing up there
