"Wilcox was no good and your mother soon knew it. Not only that, she was going to have a baby. I was her friend and she spent much time with me in the... tea room. If Sam hadn't come back into Jessie's life, things would have turned out much differently for her." How?" Because of the way I am and how I feel about certain things. You see, my family sent me away because I was in the arms of a woman, not a man. I felt much the same for your mother as I did for this other person and would have been. Maybe a movie.”“No bonding?”“Babe,” he said, tossing that term like it was familiar and comfortable to him, “One of those guys just about UN-bonded all the teeth in my head. I see a choice between going out drinking with a bunch of guys and taking a pretty girl out to dinner...”“I’m not pretty,” I blurted, bowing my head.“Mimi. Listen. I get to say you’re pretty. So? Dinner?”“I can afford a burger...”“I can afford a nicer meal than a burger if you let me pay for yours. I’m a successful young. I turned the doorknob and poked my head in. I didn’t see anything other than my dad’s old pickup truck he was restoring, and his motorcycle. It was dark, but enough light from the house was shining in. I could see plenty. I did a quick scan of the garage, and saw nothing.I slowly closed the door, keeping my eye on the garage until the very last second, all the while keeping my finger hovered over the “send” button. The door latched and I quickly locked it. I looked at my phone and pressed. Something delicious. Something corrupt on his mind. Our days had been going so amazingly already I can't imagine what he would feel he needed to get for me above and beyond the spoiling he already had me accustomed to. I feared this meeting for months, or anticipated I should say, more fearful of what his reaction would be once he saw the woman he'd been in this relationship with, whom he exchanged feelings on the most intimate of levels. Sure he'd seen pictures but nothing says 'you' like.