Oh wow, he’s persistent. Monica stared at her companion under the parking lot streetlamp,
and the gymnastic routine returned to her stomach. It had been years since she’d
been alone with a man, other than the aged residents at Stratford Estates. Even stepping
foot inside the creative writing class had tested her adventurous limits, and being
attacked by the escapee from the jellybean factory had left her feeling drained and
exhausted. Even though Jack had been a gallant knight, the tug to return to her inner
sanctum was strong.
“That’s very generous of you, but—” she began.
“But you have to get home to what? Wash your hair? Walk the dog? I’d say meet your
husband, but I don’t see a ring.”
“I’m sorry. Maybe another time?”
“All right. I know when I’m getting the brush off.” Jack h
