In the living room, Mack waited for Heather to take a seat on the sofa before she sat down, too, close enough that their knees touched. She held one of Heather’s hands in both of hers and waited. This was Heather’s show, but Mack couldn’t imagine what she might have to say that would be upsetting. She already assured Mack they weren’t breaking up, and Mack hadn’t even been sure they were going together in the first place. Now that she knew Heather also thought of them as a couple, everything else was just gravy, baby. All Mack wanted now was another kiss, and maybe the two of them cuddling on the sofa together.
Or, better yet, taking things down the hall to her bedroom, if Heather was so inclined.
Let her talk first, Mack thought, watching Heather. Waiting. We’ll see where things lead ne
