DarkWarrioress
~ An Amethyst Mist ~
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“Hi there, darlin’. Glass of wine?”
Cara poured him some wine, offering it to him. She sat down next to him, swirling some spaghetti onto her fork, pausing before she actually ate it.
“My day was good. How was work? By the way, Steve asked us to dinner on Friday. I didn’t give him an answer. I told him I would talk to you first.”
Silently she hoped Bill would find some excuse so they could pass on the invitation. She couldn’t trust that Steve wouldn’t screw up and say something wild about their time together. She needed to find the right time to tell Bill about everything that had gone on with Steve and with Jarrod. Everything she had done behind his back. She had no excuse for doing it. Even if she could manufacture one, it wouldn't make it right.
Cara poured him some wine, offering it to him. She sat down next to him, swirling some spaghetti onto her fork, pausing before she actually ate it.
“My day was good. How was work? By the way, Steve asked us to dinner on Friday. I didn’t give him an answer. I told him I would talk to you first.”
Silently she hoped Bill would find some excuse so they could pass on the invitation. She couldn’t trust that Steve wouldn’t screw up and say something wild about their time together. She needed to find the right time to tell Bill about everything that had gone on with Steve and with Jarrod. Everything she had done behind his back. She had no excuse for doing it. Even if she could manufacture one, it wouldn't make it right.