I look at Kat. She nods, knowing what I’m going to say, and approving. I think a moment, trying to find the right words. “Grace isn’t the girl who wants the roses and the love poems and the happily-ever-after. Thinking too much about the future makes her uncomfortable. So just keep it casual and you’ll have a much better chance.”
For the first time, Brody’s cocky grin fades. He puts his elbows on the table and leans toward me. “Did she have a bad breakup? Someone hurt her?”
I glance at Kat. She says, “Go ahead. If she finds out, I’ll tell her it was my idea.”
Looking confused, Brody says, “Okay, now I really have to know.”
Thinking, I tap my fingers on the marble. I don’t know how much detail to go into. This is Grace’s story to tell after all, not mine. But the temptation to see Grace
