She switched off her light and snuggled back against him. He
pulled the comforter back over him and brushed her hip with his hand.
"I'm glad you came," he said.
"Don't be a stranger," she said, settling closer. Her body was warm and
self-contained. He patted her in response and said nothing. A baby? He
lay there as Jennifer fell asleep. Her breathing was steady and
unhurried. There was a lot to figure out. In the morning . . . He'd
figure out what to do in the morning.
He awoke to the smell of coffee and the sound of Jennifer climbing the
steps. "Here you are, Sleepy." She put a mug and a small glass down
near his head. "Milk in here. You don't use sugar, do you? I don't
remember you taking sugar."
"Mmmughh. No. Thanks."
"I'll be right back." She returned with another cup and sat beside him,
leaning back on a pillow propped against the wall.
"Good," Oliver said, balancing the mug on his chest.
"Do you like it strong?"
"Yes," he said. "I mean--while you're at it. I usually buy a dark
roast."
"That's what I like," Jennifer said. "Organic." She drank and put down
her mug. "Do you think I'm awful?"
"Huh? No. Why should I?"
"Well, being a loose woman and all that.
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