“You think anyone will notice when I’m walking bowlegged?”
He laughed. “Well, if you can walk out of here tomorrow and not be sore, then I’m not doing my job.”
She jolted. “Tomorrow?”
He just watched her. “Why not? You said Simon’s sleeping over at a friend’s house. Unless you have a date tonight or something else going on, why not stay with me?”
“No date.” She frowned. “I don’t know what kind of impression you have of me, but I don’t sleep around.”
He smiled. “Good to know.”
“I wasn’t lying. It’s been over a year since I was with someone.”
“And it wasn’t good sex, I believe you said.”
She sighed. “He wasn’t any good, no.”
“Did you guys have chemistry? Or was he just bad in bed?”
“You really want to know?” Oddest conversation she’d ever had with a man after doing the deed. At the thought of men and the deed, she wondered that she hadn’t thought about Neal at all until now.
“Uh oh. What’s that panicked look?”
“I was just thinking about Neal.”
“Neal?”
“My husband.” She stared at Mitch, aware she had to work to recall Neal’s face. And she should have been more bothered about that fact.
“Simon’s dad?” Mitch tucked her hair behind her ear, his gaze gentle.
“Yeah.” She sighed. “Man, I’m not very good at the after-sex talk, am I?”
His eyes crinkled in laughter. “Not at all. You suck. And not in a good way—not like before.”
