Forget about the fact that less than ten minutes ago he’d made plans to leave on his own anyway, it was the principle of the thing. And the principle, according to the book of Eli, was that he always decided when he left a woman’s place. No female had ever suggested it was time for him to go. Usually, they begged him to stay. A barely-there smile touched his lips. “You want me to leave?” “Why would you want to stay?” Oh, he could give her countless reasons. Pass him a piece of paper so he could make a list. At the top would be the fact that although they weren’t officially lovers, like she’d just said, he’d shared a lot more of himself with her than he had with any other female. Pill or no pill, good health or not, he had made love to her without a condom, releasing his semen inside of her plenty of times over. He rubbed his hands down his face. Never had he been confused about a woman. Maybe she was right. He should share a glass of wine with her and split. “Hey, you okay?”
