Bobbie considered a good night’s sleep and some distance from Oliver and his family had given her a better perspective of the events which had transpired the night before. She was ready to talk with him again, but she hoped he had the same experience overnight.
The night before he’d been pig-headed and stunningly obtuse. She was about to roll out of the bed to go search for him and the kids but a gentle knock on the door had her looking up in surprise.
Olivier’s blonde head poked around the door, “safe to come in?”
She eyed him cautiously, “depends on what will be coming out of your mouth.”
He entered the room and locked the door behind him. “There are five kids running amuck. If we want to talk uninterrupted, I’m locking the door.”
She nodded and watched as he moved to sit on the edg
