A writers' conference in California
“Good morning, Mr. Davenport. This is Bobbi, my best friend and a fellow writer. Bobbi, Mr. Davenport, my husband's friend who's going to be here with us for a while.”
I watched Fabian smile at Bobbi politely as he offered his hand.
God, he had such a charming smile.
Bobbi shook him, and I watched with amusement as a blush crept into her cheeks.
“Nice to meet you, Mr…”
“Davenport.” Fabian grinned in reply, “You can just call me Fabian, I believe Mr. Davenport is too formal.”
“Oh, definitely.”
If there was anything I got from their dialogue, it was the fact that I was somewhat glad to know that most women reacted the same way when they saw Fabian.
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