Chapter 27: Careful Not to Crack a ToothThis morning, Spencer and I shared an awkward hug on Mona’s porch, and then he hurried inside his mother’s house, but Mona stood in the door, watching me with those clever eyes of hers. “Why don’t you come in for a minute? I wanna talk to you.”
Wanna. Not please or could you.
“I’m sort of in a hurry.”
“You’re always in a hurry.” She laughed, throwing her head back, her strawberry blond curls bouncing on her thin shoulders. She wasn’t the young cut-throat ballet dancer I’d hooked up with all those years ago, but a mature woman in full control of her charms. “Get inside,” she ordered, walking down the sunlit carpeted hallway. “You’re letting all the heat out.”
Arguing would be pointless. And besides, she and I hadn’t had a decent conversation in a
