“I had – a conference. And you didn’t call.” She pauses, swallowing before she admits the absolute truth, “If you called, I would have come back in a heartbeat. But you didn’t… you wanted a minute.” Hannah holds her gaze before she drops it to her lap, her legs drawn up under her. It’s only then that Caroline realizes Hannah’s wearing one of her shirts, and… yeah. One entire sucker for this woman, she thinks, not for the first time.
