Even though he smiled ruefully at me, my heart sank. I hadn’t had a crush since eighth grade, and I’d forgotten how it felt, but fear and loss fell over me like a tub of water balanced on a door frame. “Feel better,” I got out, as I watched him leave the table, graceful as ever, handsome, and desirable.
It made me fancy an early night myself, but there was a show and the casino and as I found out, noises in my shared room that indicated Roger was having a successful night himself. So I wandered, finally settling at the piano bar with a diet coke. I wasn’t an alcoholic, but I just wasn’t in the mood. I should have had a handsome man beside me, but no, but…someone was sidling in beside me, and she whispered, “Come with me, we need a spotter.” It was Sonia/Mabel, and I thought what she neede
