hope,â Tamara said.
Elliott went over to her and they embraced. âItâs a nice night to be nude on the balcony,â he said into her ear. âIâll be right back.â
A few minutes later, he returned dressed in a silk robe, holding a glass of Glenfiddich on the rocks.
âYou need to take that off,â Tamara said. âItâs not the same.â
Elliott did not resist. He handed her his glass, slipped out of the robe and tossed it on the chair alongside hers. She handed him his Scotch and Elliott made a toast.
âTo being naked on the balcony,â he said.
âAnd to feeling totally free,â she added. And they tapped glasses.
âMy neighborsâ¦â
âWhat about them?â
He scanned her tight body. âToo bad they donât have the same view I have.â
âI feel so good.â She placed her forearms on the railing and looked north toward the Buckhead section of Atlanta. Elliott sidled close to her and did the same.
âThank you for cutting your evening short for me,â she said, her eyes transfixed on the images in front of her.
âI had a good time,â he said. âBut I knew a better time was awaiting me here.â
âOn my way here, I thought about it,â Tamara said. âWhat makes you tick? What really can you see in me; Iâm so much younger than you? There canât be a future with us. How can I be friends with Danielle and Daniel? Theyâre your children. What am I doing here?â
Elliott sipped his drink. âWow, you had quite a drive over here,â he said. âIâm surprised you didnât smash into the back of someoneâs car. My head would explode with that many thoughts rushing through it on a fifteen-minute drive.â
âIâm serious,â Tamara said.
âI know you are, and thatâs the problem right there,â he said. âThereâs a time for being serious and this doesnât seem to be one of those times. Weâre out here Butterball turkey naked on the balcony, a beautiful night, sipping on drinksâ¦and you want to talkabout questions that can be answered at another timeâor canât be answered at all?â
âI want it on the record, even as I stand out here in my birthday suitâhey, thatâs right, technically, itâs still my birthday because women celebrate all month or at least all week. Anyway, I want it on the record that I had stuff on my mind.â
âDuly noted,â Elliott said. âWe will get to those questions, I promise you that. I donât want you having any doubts or questions or discomfort.â
Tamara looked at him with admiration in her eyes. That alarmed Elliott, but he dismissed it. There was a lot going on at that moment, and his hang-up about women needed to go somewhere.
âHow was the party at Compound?â she asked, helping Elliottâs thoughts move on.
âThat place is nice. Huge,â he said. âIt was like a campus of clubs on the grounds. I had fun. Met some good people.â
âBy that you mean women, donât you?â Tamara tried to sound casual about it, but she didnât succeed.
âOf course I met women; men, too,â he said. âThatâs what socializing is all about. But mostly I people-watched.â
âDo you have a girlfriend?â She wanted an answer before sleeping with him the night before, but the moment escaped her to ask. She knew that was a big mistake to not inquire before sex.
âThis was one of those questions you pondered on your way over here, wasnât it?â Elliott responded.
âNo. This was a question I had on my mind last night, but you got fresh with me and made me forget,â she said, smiling.
âI donât have a girlfriend,â Elliott said. âI date. But even with that, I only date women I feel good about. I donât date for the sake of dating.â
âI didnât