“What can I get you to drink, Jess?” Robert eyed the girl, who looked very pretty tonight. Jess had put on some makeup: a little cinnamon lipstick, coral blusher, and a light brown eye shadow that intensified the green of her eyes. She wore a simple black sweater and black jeans that hugged her lithe form. He just wasn’t sure about the combat boots.
He wondered how her body would feel pressed against his. Would there be a sense of Keith if he embraced her?
“How about just a beer?”
“I have Stella Artois and Beck’s.
“I’ll have Stella,” Jess said and giggled. “Stella!” she cried out, doing her best Stanley Kowalski.
“Good choice. Maybe I’ll join you. I have a nice Riesling chilling in the fridge to go with dinner. Is the music to your taste? Why don’t you look through the CDs and see if
