Ten
Memory 4
“You look … well, shall I say, very greatly improved,” Viggo said.
I stepped through his front door. My elbow bumped a little on his arm. “Sorry.”
“Never mind.” He smiled warmly. “I barely felt it. I work out a lot.”
I laughed. He didn’t. I stopped laughing quickly. What had I done wrong? It was a joke, wasn’t it?
But then he smiled again and it was okay. It was better than okay. “You can give it a rub, if you like.”
I reached out and tentatively patted Viggo’s shirt. It was a nice shirt. It was pale mauve, and made from stiff, perfectly ironed linen. He’d matched it with a darker purple tie, and beige chinos.
He was definitely not dressed for a night in.
So maybe, just maybe …
Maybe this was actually a date!
I had dared to hope, spurred on by Emily. It seemed ridic
