Chapter Twelve
My breath strangled in my throat. I just stared at her, at the wry smile touching the corners of her mouth. Finally, I managed to get out, “Uh…excuse me?”
Julia’s head tilted to one side, but she couldn’t reply right away, as Stacy showed up with our glasses of wine and set them down. Apparently not noticing the tension at the table…or possibly ignoring it…she said, “Chili’ll be right out.”
“Thanks,” Julia and I both responded at the same time, and off Stacy went again.
An awkward silence fell. Julia picked up her glass of white wine and took a sip, staring at me expectantly the entire time. Not knowing how I should respond, I wrapped my fingers around the stem of my own glass, but I didn’t drink any of it. Right then, I was wishing I’d ordered something a little stronge
