Almost Yours
She noticed him, lifted a finger briefly—one second—and turned back to the call.
“I’ll text you when I land,” she said. “Thank you. Really.”
She ended the call and looked up. “Hey.”
The smile didn’t fade.
“Who was that?” Dennis asked.
“Andy,” she said easily. “A friend. From college. He lives in London.”
Something in Dennis tightened. “Since when do you have friends in London?”
“Since before you decided to notice,” she replied calmly.
He scoffed. “So now you’re laughing with some guy while we’re barely speaking?”