Polly Sutton glanced at Victor and then at Michael Knight, her gaze scanning back and forth. If the two of them lived together, she actually wouldn't mind.
Seeing her wavering gaze and a sly smile, Victor knew she was up to no good. So, he tugged her into the master bedroom, saying, "Feel free, you know where everything is."
"Let go, let me go." Once Polly was pulled into the room by Victor, she struggled free and said, "I, I'll go sleep with Tommy."
"He just accepted the reality of sleeping alone, and now you want to undo all of that?" Victor leaned against the door blocking her path.
Polly was also in a dilemma. Recently, she had been recuperating, and little Tommy had to accept not being able to sleep with his mommy. He was almost used to it now, and if he slept with Polly for just one day, he might not be able to sleep alone again.
But...
Polly secretly glanced back at Victor's bed. If they slept on the same bed, then...
