The way she was talking - she was happy hanging out with him. Okay, so maybe if they'd been in a rainy small town and sober she wouldn't be quite so thrilled, but he was going to take it as a positive. He had somehow managed not to bore her, or frighten her, or send her running for the hills. That was about all he could hope for for now. "Then I would say you have succeeded. And you're right - hard to beat Cuba."
He moved to lean against the rock close beside her, trying his best to keep himself floating on a sea of optimism and not to start thinking about their lack of future just yet. Then she asked her rather unexpected question, and he turned just a little so he could see her curious expression.
"No, I'm currently between wives," he told her, with a little humour to his tone. He supposed he was technically still Pauline's husband on paper, but that was in another reality and she was really more of his legal guardian than his wife anymore. And that wasn't a sexy thing to say. "Who wants a relationship when I could be out drinking with strange girls from Boston?" he teased. It wasn't an outright lie, but it did conveniently fail to mention Isabel. She wasn't his girlfriend anyway, was she? I've been on a couple of dates and started sleeping with this woman but it's not that serious was more of an explanation than she was going to want.