On the way back to the house, she got nervous again. Somehow she had agreed to do this weird thing he wanted to do. She finally decided that she had agreed because it was so weird ... so different than anything either of her ex-husbands would have done.
Then, when they got there, he asked her to fix them both something hot to drink. She could offer coffee, tea and spiced apple cider. He chose the cider, and talked about other things, sitting at the kitchen table like any guest. He wasn’t pushy and she found, to her surprise, that she had the urge to get on with things.
“Are you ready?” she asked, suddenly.
“I’ve been ready since we got back,” he said.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.
“I was waiting for you to be ready,” he said.
“Where should we do this?” she asked.
“I thin
