Perfect Fit: A Novel

by Clare Gilmore

“Great.” His eyes flash to my neck and move up again. “In that case, let me get your phone number.”

“Good. Nobody ever gets anywhere interesting when things are comfortable.”

“I don’t know. Not to waste my retirement fund in rent, and maybe to get a kitchen with a gas-top stove?” “Shoot for the moon, why don’t you?”

“I would have you,” he says, voice hoarse, “like this, just as quickly as I would if you were in a ball gown. I think I might prefer this, to be honest.”

I release his wrist. “A shower first,” I say. Will wets his lips. “You or us?”