"Mm," she murmured, nodding. "We weren't that social. I mean, I went to parties, but mostly because my best friend was into them. Being sheriff, though, didn't always make my dad a lot of friends, and then when he wasn't anymore, there were even fewer of them." There was a sense in her that it was okay to say these things, to let bits and pieces of her life slip to him. She'd trusted him enough to be here. Tiny hints of the truth were fair game.