“I saw it for myself,” she told me. “I saw the way you looked at her, and I sure as hell saw the way she looked at you. Compatibility can kiss my sweet ass. You’re besotted with her.” Her words slammed me. I felt it deep. And with the slam was that whisper of something inside, something I’d given up on a long time ago. “Tell me I’m wrong,” she said, and let go of my hand. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll shut my mouth.” I couldn’t tell her she was wrong.
