He lay in Deirdre's bed with Deirdre in his arms and the after-effects of their recent lovemaking sifting pleasantly through his body, but not getting the satisfaction he should have received from the experience. He felt antsy, rather than contented. Anxious, as opposed to relaxed. Deirdre's curvy body was pressed close to his, soft and warm, but he didn't feel...settled. Deirdre did not appear to have the same problem, squirming up on one elbow to look down at him. Her smile said she was feeling quite contented, indeed. "Hey," she murmured. "Hey," Ricky replied. Deirdre pressed a fingertip to the center of his chest. "So, what do you think?" "I think you're the best thing that ever happened to me." Long ago, Ricky had stopped counting the lies. Deirdre's lashes dropped. "You're not so bad, yourself," she replied huskily. As Ricky patted her naked rear, he felt even less settled. Deirdre laughed softly. "But what I meant was, what do you think about what Simon Grolier said to me at lunch yesterday?" Deirdre's smile faded.
