Seeing that I remained unmoved, something else seemed to occur to her, and she broke into a grin.
"Also, I just grabbed that nightgown at random. I had no idea the slit in the back was that high. Nearly gave me a heart attack—I almost lost face in front of all the guys."
"But it was really comfortable to wear. Like wearing nothing at all. Send me the link? I want to buy one too."
I shook my head calmly.
"He bought it. I don't have the link."
Laura froze for a moment, her smile stiffening.
"Jeffrey bought it? I never would have guessed. He looks so proper on the surface, but apparently he's into this kind of risqué stuff in private."
"No wonder he wouldn't accept those boxers I gave him when I lost that game of Truth or Dare. If I'd known, I would've gone with leopard print."
That was last Valentine's Day.
My relationship with Jeffrey had already hit rock bottom.
He had never been one to back down, but out of nowhere, he invited me to dinner at my favorite restaurant.
When the dishes arrived, I felt a rare flicker of the warmth we used to share.