He’d called her to remind her about their date.Dinner in his suite.Meredith pressed a hand to her stomach as she waited for her tub to fill. She wasn’t sure if she felt excitement or nerves. Hence the bath, to calm herself. She even brought a glass of wine with her to relax.Slipping out of her robe, she hung it on a hook and started to get into the hot water. As she eased in, she looked up and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.Of her scar.She froze, staring at it. Logically, she knew it wasn’t bad, and it could have been from anything. But her feelings weren’t rational, her therapist had told her.She felt like Frankenstein.She didn’t want Quinn to see it. She touched the raised skin. She didn’t want him to look at her like she was a broken, pathetic thing. She wanted him to be with her because it was a joy, not out of obligation or pity.Maybe she could hide it. Or she’d make sure the light was low.Would they even have sex tonight? She’d assumed that they would, but with Quinn you never knew.
