FIRELIGHT
Mary put her fork down. “You’re not eating. I’ve upset you.”
The frown pulling at Meg’s lips deepened. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s … I thought you’d be as happy with my plan as I am.”
Taking her hand, Meg offered a fleeting smile. “Give me time. I’m a coward at heart, but I want to be with you. I do.”
“Now?” The sorrow in Mary’s gaze was replaced by a glimmer of hope.
“I meant … oh. Yes. Now, too.”
“I’ll wrap the food, but let’s be sluts and leave the washing up.”
