Lonesome Traveler

They are quite lovely." "I hardly noticed them," he said. "You were the prettiest woman in the place. I couldn't believe my good luck when your friends left and you stayed. Sort of like destiny, you know?" "I'm embarrassed," Norma said, sipping her wine. "What I want to know is, are you about to rush off somewhere and shatter all my hopes of getting to know you better?" he said, moving his chair closer to Norma's. "Now I'm really embarrassed," Norma said. "Don't be," Wayne said, "Unless, of course, you want to drive me even crazier." "I don't understand." "It's simple," he said. "You're the sexiest lady I've ever seen. And when you blush, you're even sexier." She gazed down at her wine glass and bit her lip. "That's just because you're lonesome, away from home and you probably miss your wife." "Hey, it sounds like you understand lots of things," he said. "I bet your husband travels in his business. That right?" Norma nodded. "Yes, and I know what it's like to be alone most of the time." He toyed with the stem of his wine glass and their fingers accidentally touched. "I'm not kidding about you," he said softly. "I think you're one gorgeous, sexy lady." "My friends are just as pretty ...»