Chapter Three
“You want some coffee,” Dale asked Chris, as he saw her struggling from bed. There was a little sunshine streaking through the windows so he could see her puffy red face.
“Coffee? Coffee, yes,” she said bleary eyed as she stood up. Staring at Dale, he looked so perfect, dressed, and fresh pressed. How did he do that so early in the morning, she wondered? “What time is it?” she asked.
“Nearly eight,” he replied.
“Don’t you have to be at work?”
“I’m the boss, I work when I want.”
“Yeah, and here I’m keeping you from your job again. I’m just a pest to a working man.” Christina started from the bathroom, her old sleep-shirt falling off one shoulder looking sexy.
“Mother really said that?” Dale asked, remembering her comment the night before.
“Yeah, I think she did. I thi
