Page 10 of Embracing the Beat
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“Didn’t you used to have a whole group of girlfriends?”
I vaguely remember Sawyer complaining about her friends when he came home before his last deployment.
She shrugs, the movement is stiff. “We just…we lost touch.”
That hesitation creates uncertainty in the pit of my stomach.
“So only the two of us?” I ask.
She nods. “Is that okay? You can always invite your friends.”
“Sawyer lives in California, so that would be a long drive for him.”
“You don’t have friends here?”
“Only been back two months,” I remind her.
“Oh. Well, I guess it’ll just be the two of us.”
“Yep.”
Why do I like the idea of that so much?
