Besides, it was stupid beyond belief to be disappointed by his comment that he wouldn’t want to leave his hometown. They’d spent, what, a couple of hours together, max? Not exactly enough time to be planning a future together and picking out china patterns. Since she didn’t know what else to say, she picked up her own glass and took a large swallow of wine. Even in her fuddled state, she could tell it was good, crisp and without the oakiness you got from a lot of chardonnays. “Well, Tucson seems nice,” she added, realizing how limp the words were.
“Very different from Jerome, I’m guessing.”
“Yes, but then, pretty much everything is different from Jerome. It’s sort of a one-of-a-kind place.”
“True.”
They lapsed into silence then, and Jenny sipped her wine again, wondering if he was goin
