said Marisa in disbelief. What went wrong? Did I do something wrong? Trip’s car sat at the curb outside of Marisa’s condo building. Trip shook his head. “Look, I don’t want to fight about this. But I got no sleep last night and if I come up we’ll end up doing something we agreed that we wouldn’t do or I’ll be up all night thinking about what I’d rather be doing with you.” So, you’re going go home, jerk off, and fall asleep in front of the TV?, Marisa imagined herself saying. Instead she sighed. “You’re right. I know that. It’s not like I slept well last night either. Tonight’s been great. Completely unexpected.” Trip grinned and shook his head. “I fly out tomorrow morning pretty early for Tampa. I’ll be down there until Tuesday. Can I see you when I get back?” “Well, I’m sure we’ll have the PI’s report by Tuesday. Should I call your assistant and set up a time for us to go over it?”
