Interlude
Becca wasn't quite sure how she'd ended up having dinner alone with Zach. Not in his house either. Out in public. Like a date having dinner.
It had been so many years since she'd been out like this with someone who was not her husband. It was ridiculous for a grown—grown old—woman to be nervous. And she wasn’t exactly nervous. The truth was, she didn't know how she felt because she wasn't sure this was a date. It looked like a date, he smelled like a date—yummy—and this place looked like a date place, with shadowy nooks and more yummy smells. She was pretty sure it was a date, but not sure enough to say the words out loud.
What perhaps surprised her the most was how she and Zach had become friends in the few weeks since the reunion. In many ways, it felt like they'd been frien
