Bobby folded her hands in her lap gently, and focused her attention on her boyfriend. "No," she answered simply. What was the point of beating around the bush? The long and the short of it was exactly what she'd just said. "I'm sorry." And she truly was, and looked it. She wanted to trust him. Especially if, by some trick of the mind, she was wrong about him. But she couldn't afford to think that way. Hadn't she been hurt in the past? Hadn't he had a bit of a reputation for being a little flirtatious?