Noah leaned forward and kissed me quickly. “Be right back.” He disappeared through the door.
I sat hard on the closed toilet lid, happy enough to hide in the bathroom. To have Sam’s blessing made my heart so much lighter. If he thought I was good for Noah, if he approved of our relationship, could I dare to hope Angela’s mind would change? I understood what Sam had been saying, that Angela had had a gut reaction and she hadn’t thought things through.
It was too much to process. I knew how stubborn that woman could be. I’d relied on it on several occasions while I’d been growing up. For now, I would do my best not to forget Sam’s words without letting hope take root. Hope could be dangerous in this kind of situation. I wanted Angela to approve of us, but I loved Noah completely, and if I had to endure cold cordialness from his mother for the rest of our lives, I would.