Out of Character. Diana Miller

much bigger boobs than I do.”

      He grimaced. “And because I was an idiot. I know you don’t want to talk about it tonight, but I want to say that Tiffany was a mistake and so was leaving you.”

      Jillian glanced at the gold Yale Bulldogs desk clock on the end table. “It’s nearly eleven. I’d better get to bed.”

      “I’ll drive you to work tomorrow morning,” Andy said.

      “I can take a cab.”

      “Let me drive you. After how rotten I’ve been to you, it’s the least—”

      Jillian pressed her fingers against his lips. “All we’re going to talk about tonight is how much you’ve helped me now and how much I appreciate it.” She kissed his cheek then headed for the guestroom.