(Aaron)
The flight from Nashville to New York was two hours and fourteen minutes.
I knew that because I had checked it four times since Tuesday, which was not something I was going to admit to anyone, including Cole, who would never let me hear the end of it.
I hadn't told him I was nervous either.
I wasn't nervous. I was just aware that this was the first time I was going to be alone with Diane in a city that belonged to her, on her terms, without the buffer of a wedding or a courtroom victory or a group of people around us to fill the silences. In Atlanta there had always been something else happening. Something to talk about, someone else in the room, a reason for the conversation to move in a particular direction.
In New York it was just going to be the two of us.
I had thought a
