She chuckled.
We cheek-kissed.
As for almostshooting her; she never found out.57: Opinion
She couldn’t stay long; Rose never did. We shared breakfast—eggs, crispy bacon, toast, bagels—out in the West Garden with the pool boy. We talked about my newest paperback novel on the shelves, Unlimited Luxuries, and its rising sales. We talked about the lake, Rose’s upcoming trip to Chicago to visit her family, the Navy, the pool boy’s life in Beverly Hills, shopping for purses in Madrid, Rose’s obsession with Andy Warhol, and many other topics that interested the three of us.