With a shake of her head,Dana tried to clear her thoughts.“That’s all fine and good,but I meant…how’d you find me here?At Denny’s?At like,six in the fucking morning?”
“It’s almost seven,”Bethany said,defensive.“And I didn’t knowyou were going to be here specifically.Since I couldn’t get a hold of you on the phone,I thought I’d come down and see you in person.I drove all night.”
“You’re shitting me.”Dana didn’t know whether to be impressed at her loyalty or worried about her sanity.“From New York?”
Bethany shrugged.“I missed you,”she said simply.
Dana didn’t respond,just let the words sit for a moment so she could savor them.She wasn’t quite ready to admit she missed Bethany,too.
After a moment,the waitress appeared with a glass of grapefruit juice—Dana’s“usual”—and set it down on the table between them.“Here you are,honey,”she drawled.“You and your friend ready to order,yet?”