“‘Was’?”
Her eyes seemed to be focused on the spot where her discarded drinking straw wrapper lay on the tabletop. “She was…killed…about six months ago.”
“Oh, Jesus, Jenny, I’m so sorry.” And then he felt like a world-class asshole for putting her on the spot like that, especially when he’d already known the answer to his question. Jerk move to bring up the subject at all when she seemed to be having such a good time.
A wild impulse came over him that he should just tell her the truth now, before they could get in any deeper. He hated the lies he’d already told. Sure, she’d be angry, but….
But somehow, he couldn’t make himself do it. He knew she’d gather up her bags and storm out and call a cab, and then he’d never see her again.
Anyway, she’d spoken again, and the moment was gone. “I
