“Anyway, we’re going to be around whether you like it or not, period! Oh, and Rebecca says to tell you hello,” she said.“Rebecca didn’t say ...hat. Or if she did, it’s because you put the words in her mouth. She doesn’t love me; she loves the other guy. Uh—you know, Rodney something or other,” I said, being as sarcastic as I could. She changed her apparent mood.“So how are you feeling? Really?” said Claire, apparently really meaning it.“Oh pretty good I guess, great actually. I feel like I could. Errol's sharp eyes could not pick out anysuspicious bulge there that might indicate a hidden seam, but in the dimlight of the tavern he couldn't be entirely sure."Ladies, excuse me. I see a friend over there," Errol said, slipping awaybefore the dwarf and worgen could say anything."I'm the friend you mean, I hope?" said a slender figure blocking hisway.A curvaceous human woman with black hair in a long ponytail blockedErrol's way, and as his eyes roamed across her beautiful body he felt. No way would I expect to have my way with her. We went for a drink to the pub before we planned to have a meal. I got brave after a couple of pints of beer and pushed my luck. I decided to see if she would reject me, so, on the way home I held her hand. No rejection there. I turned her to face me, kissed her, and she kissed me back. I thought no more of it. She liked me and that was enough. We ordered a take-away and watched a bit of TV at my house till it was time for bed.At bedtime I was. She attacked the boxes with a determined glee. As she emptied the last of them and looked around at her own new space she realized it was still empty. Now she knew what her apartment missed. He was leading her to the dinner table.He had decorated the house beautifully. Although there was a masculine touch Grandma would never have considered, it was so tasteful Cindy was sure Grandma would approve."Can I get you a drink?" Tim asked?"I'll have a white wine." Cindy responded."Cindy, I want to talk.