With a heavy sigh, Darian set down his knife and fork. “Remember I told you about my brother? Dean?” Stacy nodded. “He was everything to me, everything I wanted to be. I wasn’t home when he died—”
“You were at college.” Stacy felt proud that he remembered the details. “On scholarship at State.”
Darian nodded but the smile Stacy hoped to see again didn’t appear. “I had this friend, Lynnette—”
“The woman.”
Another nod. “Yes. I knew the moment we met that she liked me. It wasn’t hard to tell. She was always finding excuses to run into me, at the bookstore or the cafe, at every single home game, every practiceeven, she was there. She knew my roommate from high school and was constantly in our dorm room, hanging out and flirting, with both of us but mostly me. I told her time and again I wasn’t interested, but she didn’t seem to care.”
Cautiously, Stacy asked, “Why weren’t you interested?”