Jo Leigh - Lying in Bed

Statement two was no better:

We feel warmth and connection at least twenty minutes a day .

Who the hell knew how many times they felt connected? He felt connected to the L.A. Kings hockey franchise, at least when they were winning, but that lasted the length of the game.

He leaned closer to Angie with a sigh. “This is gonna suck. Even if they don’t play new-age CDs.”

She snorted. Daintily. Whispered, “It’ll be fine. Go with your instincts. Pretend they’re asking about you and your personal trainer. Trust me, all the answers will make perfect sense.”

He probably should have been insulted by that, but it actually made him laugh. He decided that when he was in doubt, he’d go with the opposite of his instincts, and he should be okay.

He glanced again at her paper, then stayed for a while, reading. Most of her responses were unsurprising given her backstory. The one about initiating sex equally made him blink. She’d given that a “Happens often.” Good to know.

Confident that he now had the game down, he tackled his sheet, filling in the numbers for Ryan Ebsen, a man dedicated to keeping his wife and her checkbook. By the time he reached the end of the third page, he figured this thing with Angie was going to work out just fine.

Then she stood up, leaned over the table to grab another pen, and he got a load of her picture-perfect backside.

Nope. No. This thing with Angie was gonna kill him. Dead.

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