Gerald watched her dress. When she was nearly finished he said, "I was hoping we would spend the day together."

Joyce looked at him with conflicted feelings. Yes, spending the day with the man who'd just made love to you was the usual thing to do; but she just wasn't used to the intense intimacy they'd just shared.

"Oh, Gerald," she said pleadingly, "I just have to process this whole thing. I--I wasn't expecting this to happen." Well, I kind of was--or maybe I was hoping it would happen but didn't think it would.

"Neither was I," he said laconically.

She eyed him closely. What are you saying?--that I jumped...