Brigid looked at Elizabeth and furrowed her brow.
“You haven't been around humans in a while? That is a really weird thing to say.”
“Brigid, when I meet people in a professional capacity they are either TV execs or people who go to the signing of books about serial killers. My fiance is the man you referred to as ‘some model-looking guy’, and the only people I’d consider friends other than him are his 6’ tall Amazonian model-looking sister and a pregnant lady who is mourning the loss of the love of her life. I don’t spend a great deal of time around people other than them. You are refreshingly normal, believe me.”
Elizabeth took another casual sip of her drink, grateful for the fact she had managed to think of a believable excuse for her slip of the tongue so swiftly.
Brigid giggled.
