Chapter Eleven
“I never see you,” Karen says. “We’ve been dating for six months but it feels more like six weeks based on the amount of time we’ve actually spent together.”
I’d been so passionate about Karen in the beginning. She couldn’t have been more perfect. We shared the same kinky proclivities in the bedroom, and she was free as a bird. No exes hanging around. Fully secure in her lesbian status. No children and no desire to have any. A dentist with a flourishing practice. On paper, it should work.
“We both work too much. I know.”
“No, Leigh. I work normal hours. You work insane hours.” We’re in her apartment in Nob Hill. When I rang the bell half an hour earlier—having knocked off work much sooner than I normally would have on a Tuesday—my head had been filled with the things I w
