“Why should I be?”
“He might want to get together with me. For coffee. A drink.”
“So? You’re free, single, and over twenty-one.”
Well, he had two out of three correct. Oddly enough, I hadn’t been thinking of myself as free. “And it doesn’t bother you that he’s getting in touch after more than twenty years—”
“Twenty-two years, four months, three days, and some odd hours.”
Ah. I blew out a breath of relief. If he knew almost to the minute how long it had been since I’d last seen Armand, then I was safe in assuming Mark wouldn’t be pleased if I met with him again.
“If someone from your past wrote you out of the blue, Mark, someone with whom you’d had a very close relationship, I think I’d be inclined to feel a tad threatened.”
“I don’t feel threatened, Mann.”
“No?” I smiled at him and
