Before long, it was time for Simone and William to go back to their busy schedules. They hadn’t gone past third base, but they were both fine with it.
Once they landed in Washington, William asked her in a soft voice, “Want me to cook for you tonight?”
“Who would say no to that?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
The flight attendant soon was waving goodbye at them, a tired and somehow forced smile on her face.
Simone could tell that all the woman longed for was a hot meal and a comfortable bed. Well, they had that in common.
“My place or yours?” William soon asked.
“Whichever is closer. I am famished,” she told him softly.
“We could get take-out or something,” he suggested without delay.
She shook her head negatively at once. “No, I would rather you cooked for us.”
“Sure,” he nodd
