Chapter 43

“This is magical, darling. Would you like for me to make you one?”

“I’m good,” I said, knowing that one strong afternoon beverage with Rebecca could easily turn into ten for the both of us. The last thing I wanted to do was sleep the evening away on her sofa from an afternoon of binging.

She took two more sips of her drink, waved a finger at me, and admitted, “There’s more to my crisis, sweets.”

“I wouldn’t call falling in love a crisis. On the contrary, it should be considered magical, just like your martinis and our time spent together.”

“Hush,” she scolded. “Don’t mock me. I won’t tolerate your games.”

“I will do no such thing, Rebecca. You know me better than that. Now tell me what other concerns you have with your crisis.”