“That bothers you?”
“No. I know you love me, Dana. But I think some women are more cautious than men. And you have to be with me. After all, I’m mysterious and eccentric.” He was teasing. “I have a spooky house, and an erratic ghost and a gazillion dusty old paintings. Besides, what do you really know about me except every square inch of my body?”
“You’re making fun of me now,” she said.
“No.” He turned about and looked straight at her quite seriously. “I am stating your concerns, am I not?”
“Well …” she hedged.
“Tell the truth.”
“I suppose so. Sometimes you seem so uncommonly normal, and at other times …”
“I’m from another planet.”
“No,” she shook her head, “another dimension.”
“Humph. That’s interesting. You seem to enjoy coming into my dimension.”
“Oh. I love it here. I really
