She wasn’t going to push Noah into speaking about what was going on between him and Macy, and though she was curious as a rabbit to trap with awaiting food inside of it, the woman knew better than to stay away from the snapping jaw that could easily take her life. Plus, she was never good at giving advice when people talked on and on about their current problems. Noah had to have known this by day one with working with her in her shop. Cheza might like invading the personal space of others’, but when it came to emotional need… the woman would be in the other room acting like she was paying attention when she was really trying to distract herself.
Hopefully alcohol was the best substitute for needs that she couldn’t supply. It wasn’t like Cheza didn’t care about her friends or ignored their need for her. She did her best to give them what they needed. The alcohol was just a generalization that Noah needed more than her going on and on about nothing at all by the end of the end of the night. Which might happen, but it wouldn’t be about Macy and only Macy.
Cheza was off the couch the moment he came through the door, instantly getting into the role of a wife who was waiting for her dear, darling husband to come home. “Oh, darling!” she yelled right back, her arms coming up and showing how much she missed him by hugging him to her, and even giving his cheek a big kiss. If she wore lipstick that night, she would be pleased by the stain she would have left. “I’ve missed you. I made… vodka and rum jello shots for dinner. And whatever you want for dessert, you can have it.” She made sure the door was closed behind him; only because she has a horrible habit of leaving it open on nights like these.