When she didn't say anything, I felt the need to fill the silence. To apologize. I didn't want her to tell me to go away! I couldn't look at her, so I stared at the glass of water on the table instead. Then I muttered, "Lacy, I... s**t, I'm sorr--"
"I didn't say I don't like it," she said, interrupting me. The southern lilt to her voice was mesmerizing as she said those simple words.
My head swung toward her and I stared into her eyes. She was looking at me curiously. Swallowing the huge lump in my throat, I asked hoarsely, "You... like it?"
Lacy smiled at me and the world felt full of sunshine again. I would pay a thousand dollars every time to see that smile. Any day of the week. My heart was beating so loudly in my chest, I knew she must be able to hear it. Then she said softly, "I l
