Lita sat down across from the woman in front of her and exhaled slowly.
“I know you saw the blood panel.”
Deidre made wide eyes and shook her head no and at Lita’s raised eyebrow became panic-stricken. “Okay, yes, I saw it and holy s**t. What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. I thought I’d start by talking to someone who is literally going through the same thing.”
“Except I’m not, nor will I ever be. I’m not a field agent and my file doesn’t say I had my tubes tied at twenty-one.” Deidre’s eyes were bugging out of her head as she hiss-whispered across the table in the coffee shop. “If ever there was a way to say you don’t want kids, it’s surgical intervention. What did Diarmid say?”
“He said it was my body and it was my choice but he also mentioned he likes the idea of a redheaded
