With luck, they’ll find out tonight.
Once his hand is relatively clean, Rob asks, “You?”
“What?” Mike’s eyes have a glazed look to them, and he shakes his head slightly to come back to the present. “Married? No.”
“Got someone at home, then?”
Another shake, slower this time, almost hesitant. Then he explains, “Not anymore.”
Uh-oh. Rob knows he should pull back—if they hope to get it on later this evening, he should turn this conversation around rightnow. Once exes come into the picture, even the strongest flame has a nasty habit of going out. But his mind is suddenly blank; there’s nothing he can think to ask or mention, nothing to talk about, nothing at all.