I’m not sure if that’s technically the truth or not, considering what’s mainly going on is an escalating exchange of hostilities. But I forget about the technicalities when Bobby looks up at me, appearing surprised.
“Of course there’s not. I know you’re much too smart to date someone like him. I was talking about his phone call.”
I’m caught between curiosity and irritation. The “someone like him” comment doesn’t sit well with me. I know what he means, and I don’t like it. But curiosity wins out. “What phone call?”
Bobby turns his attention back to his plate of food. “After you left, we chatted for a moment, but then he took a call from a woman. It sounded quite steamy.”
I stare at him. “Woman? Steamy?”
He shrugs. “I was standing close enough to hear a woman’s voice on the other end of
