“I was going to say ‘in the magical world.’”
“I thought you knew that before. Because of your dad.”
“Being exposed to it as a teenager and preteen is different than living it every day.”
Jenny swallowed, trying not to show how hurt she felt. After all, Renée hadn’t said they couldn’t get back to where they were. “Are we dating?” she asked quietly.
“Not yet.”
“How long, Renée?” Jenny burst out. “How long until you’re sure of me?”
“I need to know how you’re different. And you don’t know me anymore. This is like meeting someone at a bar and asking to go home with them. I’ve never been that kind of lady.” She paused and then asked, “Why are you so hot to get back together?”
Jenny could answer that easily, but she hesitated because she thought jumping right in would cheapen her response. “I,” she said slowly, dragging the word out, “am still in love with you.”
Renée touched her hand. “You love the memory of what we were together. Not what we are now.”