She hesitates for a moment before asking, “Is there anything else that you’d like me to keep between us? If I do meet them, I mean.” My eyes search hers and I know exactly what she’s asking. “They know your name. I think they’ve all picked up on the fact that there’s history between us, but they don’t know the details. The way I see it, they don’t need to.” “You’re telling me you never once vented and talked shit about me?” she asks with a laugh. “No.” My tone is even. “Never once, Hal.”
