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Bobbie Lavender stood in the hallway, trench coat buttoned to the neck, a small overnight bag in one hand. Her hair was lavender-tipped, her eyes a cool, assessing blue. She didn’t offer a fake smile.

“What was your favorite one?” she asked. TonightsGirlfriend.23.12.22.Bobbie.Lavender.XXX...

And for the first time in years, Mark talked. Not about the divorce. Not about the loneliness. About a three-masted schooner he’d spent six months on, only to lose a mast to a dropped pair of tweezers. Bobbie Lavender stood in the hallway, trench coat

He didn’t know if she meant the ship or him. Maybe both. “What was your favorite one

He sat. She didn’t touch him yet. Just sat close enough that he could smell her perfume—something with vanilla and sandalwood.

“Because she said they were childish.”

Bobbie sat on the edge of the bed, patted the space beside her. “Okay. Tonight, you’re going to tell me about the ships. Every detail. And I’m going to listen like I’ve never heard anything more interesting.”