Lanie
Dirty Pirate Guy was no more.
“I don’t get where he could have gone,” Erica sullenly said, stirring the cocktail she’d gotten in place of her usual wine.
“You want me to justify that question with an answer?”
Even in the softly lit bar, her eye roll couldn’t be missed.
“Look at it this way. Now you can focus more attention on doing yoga.”
“Hm.” She pretended to mull over that. “Why, I never thought of such a thing.”
“Why, do give it a try.” I laughed, mimicking whatever proper accent it was she’d tried on.
“Tell me about Andrew again.” Erica fished the cherry out of her martini glass and bit it in half, her eyes wide and eager.
“I did tell you.”
“I know, but it’s so romantic. I can’t believe you have to wait another week to see him again.”
“Yeah.” The mention of going that
