I have to say that this is my least preferred part. Too much Dan and Mayson.
His attention shifted abruptly when Mayson began tracing an abstract pattern on his upper thigh.**
Of course, I can’t speak for what might happen after we leave here tonight. After all, I’m going to have to try to think of some way to make it up to him for...” She gestured towards her table where the disaster had occurred.
And as for thinking she loved Kent... impossible. Laughable really. Just the byproduct of some stupid dream. Not real at all. Nope. She knew herself better than that. And if there was one thing she knew with unquestionable certainty, it was that she absolutely did not love Clark Kent.
Or maybe things would have been different if Ellen Lane hadn’t started drinking again because of that incident with Kent.
Huh?
Andreia
