ABRA WAS UPSET THAT he had to go out again that evening. So was Rafferty when it came to it. They’d enjoyed a lovely dinner and had laughed a lot and teased each other even more than usual. Abra was sending out all the signals that red-hot s*x was on the agenda. Just his luck that the timing was off. He’d remember when next he decided to cook dinner to make sure there was nothing but Abra requiring his attention.
He’d left it late to break the news, knowing she wouldn’t like it, reluctant to spoil the part of what remained of the evening that they could be together with arguments or recriminations.
After promising her he wouldn’t be above an hour, he put on his jacket and was ready to slip out the door when Llewellyn rang the bell. He was on time, as always, spot on eight o’clock.
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