“Can I tell you something without you trying to make it sensible?”
“Probably not, but go ahead.”
She smiled nervously.
“I think about kissing you.”
My breath caught.
Karen continued before I could answer.
“I know how complicated it is. I know Daniel is your best friend. I know people will talk. And I know I need to finish my marriage before I begin anything else.”
I swallowed.
“But I don’t want to spend another year pretending I don’t feel something just because the truth is inconvenient.”
I took a step toward her.
“Karen, I’m twenty-eight.”
“I know.”
“You’ve known me since I was eighteen.”
“I remember.”
“Your son has seen me eat food off the floor.”
“Only because you dropped it.”
“This is a very poor foundation for romance.”
She laughed.
Then she became serious again.
“I am not asking you to promise me anything. I’m asking you to be honest.”I looked into her eyes.
