TWENTY
They met in town and found a quiet corner café to sit in. She wore floral skin-tight leggings and a red-and-black bolero jacket, and Carson eyed the swell of her breasts beneath the frilly white blouse and moved uncomfortably as the erection pressed against his trousers.
“Are you all right?”
He laughed. “Perfectly.”
“I’m glad you came so quickly.” She held her coffee cup in both hands, blonde hair falling to mask her face. Nevertheless, he sensed her unease. “I hope I didn’t cause any problems.”
“I made an excuse.”
“Like you always do.”
“Ellen,” he leaned forward. “Is something wrong?”
She blew out a breath. “Carson, this isn’t easy, all right? I’m trying hard not to ...” She drank the last of her coffee. “s**t, I’m not even sure if I’m doing the right thing.”
“Is it Darren
