“She has strong opinions about everything,” Dave said. “It’s good. Most people don’t have opinions, they just have reactions.”
He said it in the car on the way home from Eleanor’s, not to anyone in particular, the way he processed things out loud sometimes when he had decided something was worth keeping.
Mac glanced at him in the rear view mirror. “She’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It is one,” Dave said, and went back to looking out the window.
Cloe looked at Mac across the front seat. He looked at her. The specific warmth that passed between them in that second was so quiet and so full that she had to look away before her face said something she was not ready to say in front of her son.
Eleanor had asked them for Sunday dinner and it was Sunday. The afternoon light was going golden
