It was as if she could feel every breath Dylan took—even though she’d sat as far away from him as possible. He hadn’t said she should sit closer. He hadn’t said much to her at all. She got the impression that he was skeptical of her presence, couldn’t quite figure out what she was doing. She was glad he wasn’t assuming she’d changed her mind, because she wasn’t sure her being there held that much significance. Like she’d told Presley, she was just getting to know him. She wasn’t making any promises or commitments, wasn’t thinking past a platonic friendship. For one thing, she’d already agreed to go out with Joe, if he asked her. For another, she felt as though she was at a crossroads, about to enter a new phase of her life, and the decisions she made now would determine her happiness more than ever before. Letting Presley persuade her to come here was a way of making sure that if she walked away from Dylan, she wouldn’t regret it later.
