That smile didn’t reach my eyes, and it told a story of its own, one that I was hoping she’d catch on to. “What’s that look for? Did something happen?”
“Um, I don’t think I should say anything. I think you should meet her yourself and draw your own conclusion.”
My heart raced with excitement as I laid my trap. I know her well enough by now to know how this was going to go. “What is this? First, Emma didn’t mention a word to me, supposedly as a favor to her brother, who wanted to tell me himself, and now you’re being tight-lipped and cryptic. Come on, tell me, what happened? What is she like?”
“I still don’t think I should say anything, but since you ask… Let’s just say I don’t think that Emma held off on telling you because of a favor to her brother. You know she never keeps anything from you.”
“Yes, I thought of that. So what is the real reason.”