My eyes wandered over her body. “I’ll try.”
I turned and made my way toward the elevator, then hesitated and turned around. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m sorry.” She finally looked up at me, tears streaming down her face, and I knew this wasn’t a fucking joke. “It was comfortable, though. She was comfortable. She was a lovely woman with a sweet disposition who just so happened to be married to a steelworker who made beating his wife a pastime when he wasn’t beating metal. We could say she broke in or something.”
I chuckled. “I get it,” I said. “Seriously. “That’s not what I mean.”
I wasn’t sure what she was getting at. “I thought you would’ve been balls-deep in Jessica right about now.”
He glanced at his phone and then looked around the room.
