She’d dressed in her short pajama set an hour ago. That was after the first hour of lying spread eagle on her bed teasing herself. Once it got dark enough that she had to leave the bed to turn on the overhead light, she realized he wasn’t coming back.“It doesn’t matter,” she told Chester. “It was a good little fantasy.” She shouldn’t let Chester on the table, but he was just too cute, and she needed the company. She pinched off a piece of the moist cake and laid it by his front paws. Mari licked the sticky caramel from her fingers. “Better than a date with Bob, right?”Chester looked at her, then returned his attention to the cake. He didn’t understand. How could he? She barely understood the evening herself.“It’s not like I expected him to move in or anything.” She pointed her fork at her cat. “Just because we had a great time in the sack, that doesn’t mean he’s my soul mate.”Yes, this was the sour-grapes approach, but it worked for her. If only he hadn’t made it sound like he really was coming back.
