“More interesting. Huh. You’re always good with the compliments,” she teased lightly and took her cup to her mouth, taking a long swig that seemed to heat up her entire body. “How have you been?”
They hadn’t talked about what’ he’d wanted to talk about the last time they’d actually been together, before Connor died, but it didn’t seem the time, nor the place. Maybe they just never would. She gestured to her couch, hoping he’d at least stay for a little while and relax. He looked like he needed it.
“Do you want any coffee?” she offered, watching him intently, moving toward the couch herself, just in case he’d said no. “A drink of any sort? I have…yeah, I just got here,” she laughed. “Water.”