This struck me as odd since we had only changed them on Friday before I had left.When I looked in the laundry bin, there were no dirty sheets, which w...s also odd as I normally did laundry on a Sunday ready for the week ahead.My mind immediately drew the conclusion that I really didn’t want to think about. Moving back into the living room, where Stephanie was sitting looking at even more papers”“So how was your weekend,” I asked lightly.“It was good,” she said.“More papers I see?” I said. ‘She’ll be the death of me if I stay there any longer, I’m sure of it.’ I opened the door wide to let him through and followed him into the small kitchen where I switched the kettle on. Making the coffee I watched him as he leaned against the worktops, his face so angry it made me afraid of what he was going to say. ‘I swear she’s lying, Kate. There’s no baby!’ I looked at him in surprise. ‘Why? What’s she said?’ ‘Oh, she hasn’t said anything, she doesn’t need to, I just know my wife.’ ‘But how. ‘I’m an escort girl. Have been for the last few years. I’ve been with hundreds of men. Not that I’ve been to bed with all of them, not by a long way – I’m choosy about who I sleep with – but I have, with enough of them to know what I’m talking about. Men’s ‘human nature’ I mean!’ I was stunned by her – what should I call it? Statement? Outburst? Confession? I simply had no idea what to say, how to respond. But most of all, I just couldn’t connect what she had said with the gorgeous, sensual. Bobby smiled and went on, “I see our biggest challenge to a new relationship being two things. First, I know I will have a hard time calling you ‘Katie’. It’s just not something I’m used to. If I slip and call you Patty, that could be a problem. ‘PattyKat’ would be even worse. I think I’ll need to stick with calling you endearing little names like ‘Sweetie’, ‘Babe’, ‘Honey’ ... What do you think?”Katie frowned, “I’m not thrilled with any of your suggestions, but the idea sounds good in.