“It does.” I left my desk and walked past her, catching a whiff of her perfume, wet roses in spring. My decanter of scotch was on the table where I’d left it, but I went to sit without pouring a glass. I sat at the side of the couch, one arm on the armrest.She moved to the armchair, the seat I normally occupied.I didn’t usually ask a woman to dinner, to a place where we could talk over candlelight, because I wasn’t much of a talker. Never had been and never would be. I had no desire for a relationship except for the fuck-buddy kind, where you would get that random phone call in the middle of the night to fuck.But I wanted to ask her out again.She sat with her ankles crossed, her delicate hands in her lap, looking like a queen without a crown, invisible weight on her shoulders. Her chin was tilted down, and her thick lashes curled away from her cheek.I wanted to ask her, but I didn’t.I wanted to ask what had happened with her husband, but I didn’t.I wanted to know everything abo
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