"I was preoccupied."

She breathes a dry laugh, searching out his eyes. Her fingers grow ever more tender; feathering his hair, drawing lines down the sides of his neck.

Remember the cheesecake, Tommy? And the strawberries? And the kissing?

"I'm not tryin' t'bait you. I don't expect it's a small number, an' that's all right. I don't mind if y'have multiple women, but this is only gonna work if I know. I need t'know that we're — all right."

She isn't sure she's getting her Significant Look across well enough, and she's already committed. She might as well be implicit.

Her voice drops.


"That you're healthy."