“Still undefeated.”
I laughed despite myself.
“Only fake date I’ve ever had.”
I gathered the girls soon afterward. My youngest had somehow doubled the amount of frosting on her dress.
As we reached the exit, Max called my name.
“So what happens with you and Edward?”
I turned.
Even now, he wanted an answer.
“So what happens with you and Edward?”
If Edward wanted me, Max could measure that.
If Edward didn’t, he could measure that too.
“You really need to know, don’t you?”
Max opened his mouth.
I kept walking.
If Edward wanted me, Max could measure that.
Outside, my older daughter stopped beside the car and smoothed both hands over her dress.
“Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Does this make me look weird?”
The question was casual.
That made it worse.
