Chapter Four
“Are you ready?”
I looked at Reggie standing in the doorway of my apartment, looking fresh as the new day, neat as a pin in his crisp blue shirt and blue jeans. For the occasion he also wore his charming genteel grin, the dangerous one that more than once tricked me into thinking the man had some degree of real affection for me.
“Ready? For what?”
“Our shopping trip,” he said.
“What shopping trip?”
“The one you obviously need.” He invited himself inside, with no further explanation. Brushing past me he even gave me an unexpected peck on the cheek.
“My, you’re cheery,” I said. I was still dressed in my robe, a coffee mug in my hand. I was trembling too, seeing Reggie in ‘my space.’ He’d never been inside my humble surroundings, ones that I had just so recently shared wit
