Chapter 13

It took me four months to say yes to a coffee. Miles never once pushed. Every other Tuesday, honey and a bad joke and a wave from the loading dock. On the ninth Tuesday I said, "The place on Alaskan. Saturday." He said, "I'll bring a thermos so you can watch me pour it." I stopped walking. "I noticed," he said, gently, not looking at me, restacking his jars. "You don't drink anything you didn't open yourself. I don't need to know why. I just figured I'd take the question off the table." I...