“Thanks.” I take a sip of my drink. “Better?” She sits again. “No.” “On a scale from one to ten, how painful was that to admit?” “At least an eight.” That mischievous glint in her eye returns. “Better than a ten.” “Give it time. I’m sure we will get there.” My lips twitch, but I catch myself before Ellie adds it to that ridiculous smile counter of hers. “So, what sort of advice do you need from me?” I release a heavy breath. “I’m sure you’ve noticed I’m struggling to connect with Nico.”
