Chapter Five
Alex looked across the table, into Jocelyn’s green eyes, as a moist cloud arose from their plates of steamy scrambled eggs.
“I never eat eggs like this,” Jocelyn declared. “Unless I’m sexually satiated. I suppose it’s like coming back to earth eating something so substantial.” She was apparently amused by some memory.
“You’ve been eating eggs a lot I would think,” Alex said affectionately, thinking of Jocelyn’s husband.
“Reggie’s a fire cat, all right, beneath that cool, but he’s too easily distracted. I remember the first time we made love at the Tahoe estate, I had him all to myself for one long glorious night.”
“You almost sound sad,” Alex said, noting the small furrow in Jocelyn’s brow, and the way she bit her lip as if she were holding something back.
“Our honeymo
