They decided to go dancing for a change and found an intimate jazz club at the end of a long Memphis street. After nibbling on scallops and crepes with a glass of wine for dinner, Jamal and Catt headed back to the hotel. Jamal walked her to her door, both of them anticipating what would happen next. “Are you about to turn in for the night?” She shook her head. “I’m not really that tired. What about you?” “I’m not sleepy either.” His eyes fell to the floor. “I was sort of wondering if you wanted to let me come in for a minute.” Catt’s heart rate sped up. “Umm . . . okay. I suppose that’ll be all right.” She unlocked the door and let him in. Jamal seemed almost as nervous as she was. He picked up the remote control. “You want to watch something on TV?” “If you want to.” He tossed the remote aside. “Nah, I’m not really in that kind of mood right now.” “What kind of mood are you in?” Jamal shrugged. “We can just talk if you want.” “Okay.”
