“Mary’s voice went up an octave and swelled until it filled the suite. Her deep pleasure was evident in her expression as well as in her voice. But she detected a pensive look on Johanna’s face. “Well, I don’t see what the problem is. Go. I’ll stay here with Jocelyn.”
Johanna hadn’t been able to sit still. She fiddled with the drapes, rearranged the throw pillows, moved a small pile of magazines from one side of the coffee table to another. Nothing seemed quite right. Like it didn’t fit. Like she didn’t fit. “The problem is I’m still a married woman.”
Mary held up a hand to stop her before she went any further. “Jo, you’re a mistreated, about-to-be-divorced woman,” she reminded Johanna. “Stop this nonsense and go out and have some fun. You don’t have to go to bed with him, although,” a sexy smile slid over her lips, “that wouldn’t be such a terrible thing from where I sit.”
Everything that Mary said was true. Johanna knew it far better than she did.
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