I didn’t know what to expect when I arrived at the door. I expected to open it to anything from bible study, to high end relaxing dinner, to girly l...ttle slumber party complete with cotton nighties and pillow fights. Any of those things would have fit Cindee’s public persona. I didn’t expect to smell the immediately recognizable tang of marijuana in the air, strong enough to waft out from underneath the door. The odor took me immediately back to my college days. Half wondering if I’d gotten the. ‘Although I was hoping to get to spend time with you, you know, maybe do a little fishing or something.’ ‘If you’re still not back working after we get back, we could catch up!’ Jimmy replied enthusiastically. ‘So you’ll come?’ ‘When do you need me to be there?’ ‘I’ll tell you what,’ Jimmy replied, and Charlie could tell he was grinning. ‘I’ll go on line and see the earliest flight I can get you, and then I’ll call you back. All you have to do is go to the airport and get on the plane, ok?’ . .”“No need to be embarrassed. I know how protective you are, you wouldn’t have let us talk unmonitored.”“Well, I listened for a few minutes. Then I went away to give you privacy. I swear.”“Thank you for being the guy you are,” she smiled and gave me a deep kiss.“I know you have the right to know what we talked about, but in this case I ask you to please not ask. Please trust me when I say that I believe it will end better for all three of us if I don’t tell you now. Let’s talk about this more. After that, she would wake Dom up and say good-bye. Leaving a note seemed . . . well, kind of cheap. She didn't want this to be a one-night stand, and that's what it would feel like if she left a paper on the pillow. No, she decided as she got out of the bed. She'd let him sleep for now—he probably had practice or something—and then she would wake him up and say good-bye. Perhaps leave her number if he wanted. If she had the chance, she'd tell him she wanted more than this, but she refused to.