“I see the type of guys she gets involved with, and you’re different. I can see her falling
for you, and you’ve never been in love from what I hear from your mom. Except that damn Josie
constantly popping up.”
“Josie’s a friend,” I said.
“A friend who has expectations of being more,” Cicely stated, removing my plate and
tossing the leftovers away.
“Remind me to never tell my mom anything.”
“Stop being a brat and be honest with yourself, Kamden, you’re twenty-five and living
your bachelor life. Nothing’s wrong with that but remember to be careful with the women you
date,” Cicely said. I agreed, giving a thumb’s up.
“Thanks, Cicely.” I stood, kissing her cheek, taking a final sip of the orange juice, and
placing the glass in the sink.
She waved me off with the towel, and I
