That was true, but a stronger reason was to get away from the tension she seemed to feel everywhere she went lately. The door opened before she had so much as looked at the first page. Anna stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. The wave of gladness that swept through Leah was startling in its strength. Anna was ready to talk at last, and for a moment she dared hope that the old, easy relationship between them could be restored. Anna took an impetuous step toward her. “How can you possibly be friendly with that man?” It looked as if her hope had been a little premature. She tried to swallow her disappointment. “Come, sit down. If you’re talking about John Kile, I’ve told you already—” “Not John.” Anna dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Daniel Glick. I saw how you two were talking this morning.” “Daniel.” She readjusted her thinking. “Why would you care if I’m friends with Daniel? I should think you’d be happy about it. Everyone else is busy trying to match us up.”
