Flasher Fiction Friday
“Okay, well, if you’re having one, I’ll have the same.” He dropped his lean frame into a chair on the patio, watching her intently.
Bea dropped ice cubes into the short glass. “Andrew, I want you to know I don’t regret meeting you.” She poured his drink and walked over to him, sitting down.
“I sense a “but” coming.” Andrew took a draw of his drink.
“But, never in a million years would I have thought a ménage a` trois would be on my bucket list.” Bea’s cheeks reddened and she rolled the tumbler of scotch between her shaky hands."
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