Gracie’s newest suggestion didn’t go over any better than the last one. “Jupiter Point? The place with the stargazing? No, thank you. I heard they don’t have a single dance club. You have to drive all the way to Sacramento just to go clubbing.”
“But that’s the beauty of it. We’d spend time together, just us. No parties or clubs or other distractions.”
“Together doing what?”
“Jesus, Soph, we could think of something, right?”
“If you mean s*x, I’m not in the mood.”
Lately, she was never in the mood. Neither was he, come to think of it. At what point had their relationship become something he was doggedly determined to make work, instead of something he enjoyed?
“Sophie—”
She flipped her feet off the couch, where she’d been curled up with her iPhone. “Mark. Yes. You’re right.”
“I am?
