"No way." I was startled and instinctively refuted.
But Wennie, who has known me for so many years, saw my reaction and immediately smiled even more suggestively.
"Come on, be honest... after divorcing Scumbag Gordon, are you starting a second spring?"
I pressed my lips together and said nothing.
But my cheeks quickly felt hot, not sure if it was the heat from the stove or my own bashfulness.
"Oh, come on, spill the beans, it's just the two of us here, no one else. Is it that Mr. Carter? I've seen you two together twice, and I've always felt like the way he looks at you is so intense, there must be something going on between you two."
Wennie was too gossipy, leaning over and nudging me continuously.
The reason I braved the heavy snow to run here was actually to chat with my best friend, to vent out the bittersweet, the nervousness that was about to overflow from my heart.
