“You don’t have to hide your disappointment in your date tonight. I saw the tears you were holding in. Let it out, girl.” He held out his free arm. Denise, on his other side, looked concerned. “I think she’s okay.” “Nope. I know Lauren. She holds these things in until they give her cramps. Debilitating cramps. I should drive her truck home just to make sure. She eats artichoke dip when she gets sad, and then turns into a bad friend who doesn’t keep her promises.” “Um, okay.” Denise pulled her keys out of her purse. “I’m sorry about the cramps, Lauren. Call me later, Clay.” He nodded. “I will.”
