For that matter, if he wanted to break up with her, he didn’t have to move.Still, he was in Denver, and she wished he’d come back. Until he did, s...e wished that he’d call.Finally, late on Sunday, he did.“Look, sorry this is so late,” he said. “Can you talk?”“Sure.” She’d been tossing and turning, anyway. This was much more restful.“It’s an hour earlier here. I share my nephew’s bedroom, and I can’t talk there. They have a half-bath on the ground floor, and I can come down here when they’re all. She became aware of two things simultaneously, the burning need to urinate and the ringing of her cell phone. She rolled onto her knees and half staggered into the adjoining suite in search of the bag containing her phone. She fumbled it out, expecting to hear Dave’s voice asking when she’d be home but it was a strangers voice that answered her breathless hello. “Time to wake up, beautiful,” it said after a long pause. “My friends tell me you had a very pleasant interlude this afternoon. Now. Instead, I just kept my eyes locked on Violet, despite the scene playing at the edge of my peripheral vision. I noticed that her smile never wavered, and her body shook slightly as I watched her.“Sorry Violet, he is just so cuddly that I could not help it. You know full well that once you are wrapped in these arms you will not want to get out either.”My jaw dropped at that statement, and whatever control Violet had was lost. The room filled with her laughter, which only further confused me. Though I had intended to get a steak, I opted for the healthy choice because I had not worked out that day, a small salad and salmon. I was part way through my entrée and my second glass of wine the first time I spoke to Stacy, or rather I should say she spoke to me. "How do you like the salmon?", she said. I responded, "Excellent". This was very true; I was quite happy with the selection.It turns out they were regulars at the restaurant, with their business nearby it was often that they.