Bobbie laughed—a real laugh, surprised out of her.
Mark exhaled. “My ex-wife said I stopped being fun three years before she left.”
Bobbie sat on the edge of the bed, patted the space beside her. “Okay. Tonight, you’re going to tell me about the ships. Every detail. And I’m going to listen like I’ve never heard anything more interesting.” TonightsGirlfriend.23.12.22.Bobbie.Lavender.XXX...
He sat. She didn’t touch him yet. Just sat close enough that he could smell her perfume—something with vanilla and sandalwood.
“Yeah. Come in.”
“You’ve never done this before,” she said. Not a question.
The rain softened. The night stretched. And when she finally took his hand, it wasn’t part of the script. It was because for one honest moment, neither of them felt like they were performing. Bobbie laughed—a real laugh, surprised out of her
She stepped inside, took in the untouched minibar, the single lamp lit, the bed still crisp. Then she looked at him—really looked.