Not a fantasy woman. Not a cold-hearted bitch . A woman who knew her own value. Who said “no” without a novel of explanation. Who filled her own calendar so full that a man had to earn an appointment.
At 7:00 AM, Jake shuffled into the kitchen. “You’re up early. Coffee?” Not a fantasy woman
That afternoon, Jake texted: Mark’s coming at 7. Pick up beer? uneasy. “You’re in a mood.”
He laughed, uneasy. “You’re in a mood.” Not a fantasy woman