Midge nods. “Your night turned out pretty well, all things considered.” Robert might not be a cuddler, but that’s not going to stop Midge from trying. Surely he can’t say no to a beautiful woman pressing her body up to his?

Her fingers move from his chest hair to trace one of the many scars on his chest. There are a lot to pick from, but the one she lands on is rather faded. “How’d you get this one?” she asks.