“Do you even know the definition of boundaries?” She laughs. A real laugh. The one I’ve missed. I feel my lips hitch. For a moment, her eyes soften, and I feel like I’m staring at the puck and my heart is about to leap out of my throat. I forget what we’re talking about. The bartender comes back with two yellowish drinks in martini glasses. I’m already wary. We pick up the glasses at the same time and bring them to our lips.
