Mitch sipped his coffee on his way to his recliner. It was too late for coffee, he knew, but he couldn't bring himself to sleep yet, and he didn't need alcohol in his current mood. He couldn't believe he had misjudged Karla so much. He thought for sure she would be at his place Monday night. He didn't expect her Sunday night, of course. Not the stubborn Karla Harper. Even if she wanted to go to him then, she would have waited just to prove some point that existed only in her head. But he thought for sure she would have been here the next day, feeling that she made him suffer enough.
Had he misjudged her? Did she really not want a relationship? That disappointed him, because Mitch swore Karla was the perfect match to his tastes. She worried that he wanted a monogamous relationship, only pr
