It’s late and the view out the window is only darkness. We sit on the couch in the hotel room with a tray of desserts in front of us. Marla picks up a piece of cheesecake, digs a fork in, and offers it to me. I open my mouth and swallow. She’s so sexy and beautiful. I hate that a small amount of guilt niggles at my happiness because of Laurie.
“What are you thinking about?” She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. “You look upset.”
“Nothing.”
She tilts her head and raises her eyebrows.
I remain silent, not wanting to ruin this night by talking about my dead wife.
She places the cheesecake down on the table. “You can talk to me about her, you know.”
From her expression, I’m sure she means it. “I’m so happy to be here with you.”
She wiggles her feet under my ass and leans her b
