“That’s…strange,” he said.
“I felt a bit like a two-dollar w***e,” she admitted. The feeling had given her an intense thrill as well, but she didn’t admit that to Mark.
“They only offered you two dollars?”
Ramona laughed. “No. They didn’t offer me anything. It’s just as exchange between…friends.” She hoped her pause wasn’t noticeable. “Just food and drink. And company.”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too. You’ll be home Friday night?”
He paused too long. “No, Saturday morning.”
She sighed. “I’ll be waiting.”
Wednesday night at the O’Malley’s Ramona gave an imperious demand. “No, tonight I want Steffe to nurse from me. In your bed and alone. Sorry, Brandon, you’re not invited.”
They had just finished dinner and Ramona watched as the married couple cleared the table and did the dishes. S
