I admit with a touch of defeat. “Let’s face it, he asked for my number out of pity.”Jade stares at me from across the small table at Pierre’s, a French bistro. They have an inexpensive wine and cheese lunch, which is perfect for us—it also explains why we meet here, a lot. “Will you calm down?” She swats the air in front of her as if it will brush away my concerns. Popping a grape in her mouth, she rolls her eyes at my less-than-appreciative stare.“First of all, he must think I’m some kind of stalker. I mean how desperate was I to just show up at his station?” Impatience brews in my head as Jade just sits there, a smug look playing on her face. She takes a sip from her wine and tears off a chunk of bread, letting my words of self-doubt tumble from my mouth. “I mean, I saw him once. And I get this crazy idea that he’s the David I used to know. So I hunt him down? That’s all sorts of crazy.”Carefully lacing her hands together, she rests her arms on the table, eyeing me cautiously.
