He waved his fingers at his wife. “But I’ve also got two hands with ten fingers, plus a talented tongue.”
“Like I said, barely adequate,” Marissa repeated which made Gil laugh. She turned her gaze to him. “Your answer?”
A deer in the headlights look passed over his face, but he quickly recovered before Sophie could see. “I’m not going to limit myself to just two women. Let’s just say a bunch. I’d like them to compete to see who gets to have me.”
That made his wife laugh. “As if that would ever happen.” The words came out with more vehemence than she intended.
Marissa wasn’t going to let her guest escape scrutiny. “And what about you, Sophie? What’s your answer?”
Sophie didn’t want to answer. She had spent so many years carefully bottling up her emotions and public reaction that even i
