Becca swallowed, pressing her lips into an embarrassed line, as Matilda made her own confession about Jack. "I'm sorry," she said, chagrined, "I probably shouldn't have unloaded on you like that, considering..." Not that she'd told her anything about her ex she didn't already know, but still.
"Don't be too hard on yourself," she said, "I'm sure the only reason I didn't end up marrying someone like him if because I've always high-tailed it before anyone could ask. Well, except for the preacher's son, back in high school. He asked--but I was still the one that did the leaving, and ever since then, the rest is history."
She sighed. "Anyway, I guess I should probably fill you in on who I am and who shares my head-space, before I start asking you why Clyde's been acting so serious lately and how exactly he thinks you could help me out, huh?"