ANNA
NEEDLESS TO SAY, I enjoyed dinner tremendously. Lanz looked happy that my first night in his house was a success. We drove back to my house in a relaxed mood, and there was no question about him getting inside the door of my house when we got there.
“I don’t want to leave yet, but I know you have work in the morning,” he said as we sat entwined in my small couch – or at least small compared to the couches in his house, especially that half of his legs were over the edge of the farther armrest.
“You also have work tomorrow,” I reminded him. You should go home and sleep.”
His eyes zeroed in on me, and I realized my mistake.
“Not that it meant I was thinking of—”
“Can I sleep here? Just sleep.”
“Your house is at the other end of the state,” I protested, thinking now of the hours h
