“She won’t admit it,” I finally say, “but I think she’s starting to sense that she’s missing out, being with Alex.” “She’ll get over it,” he says. “They’re so well-suited for each other. They believe in all the same shit. Politics and all that.” “You should write romance novels,” I tease. My voice goes low and breathy. “‘Oh, Fabio, I love the way you share my political views.’”
