“What?”
Astrid laughed. I’ve also started Book 2. “No,” I shook my head. I’d rather Danni decide that for herself.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“Just… let me finish this?”
With my head still resting against the window, I rolled my eyes toward her expectantly. I was impressed with this complex woman who seemed so genuine and sincere, yet underneath that velvety softness, she was rigid. Her laughter was a lovely, melodic, infectious sound that made me chuckle along with her. Why would you ask such a thing?”
“Just getting to know you better,” I said. “Except unlike the rest of the world, we’re allowed to be honest with our morals.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, finally sinking my ball with the second shot, unlike Astrid’s single stroke. Danielle. “She’s not a consolation prize, Erin.”
Erin shrugged. All I had to show for it was a lesson—if you want something, don’t hesitate. If it was fair to even entertain starting something with her while still in mourning over what might have been with Natalie.
