Gabby wasn’t due home for a couple of hours and the first new guests generally didn’t check in until after three. She called Sam on his cell and asked him to meet her at the Coffee Shack, by the marina. He was waiting when she arrived. After ordering an extra pump of mocha in her latte, she joined him outside on the deck. The afternoon was gray, but nearly seventy. Cranes circled overhead, calling out. She wondered if Leonard was nearby and wished she could have wanted to have sex with him. It would have made her life a lot less complicated. Sam stood as she approached and held out a chair. “Finally,” he said. “I was beginning to think you were sending me a message.” He’d called to ask her out. She’d agreed, but with all her responsibilities at work and with Gabby, she’d been unable to figure out a day and time. Mostly because she wasn’t sure she wanted see him again. Being around him did things to her body that she didn’t like.
