I was staring moodily at the coffee pot on the counter of the Avion when I heard the seldom-used lock on the door clicking.
“Hey, mama,” Rick called as he stomped up the clanking metal step and into the room.
“Hi, babe,” I replied flatly, my attention focused on the slow drip of coffee into the carafe.
He pulled the door shut behind him. “Is Bee up yet?”
“I haven’t seen her so far,” I replied. “She likes to sleep in when she can. I can see adolescence creeping up on her day by day. I’m not ready to be the mother of a teenager.”
Rick slipped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. I leaned back in his embrace. “Janet, can we talk?”
My stomach dropped. Damn. It made sense for Rick to break things off then. Too much turmoil for our lightly rooted love affair to sust
