He had been very circumspect regarding her decision, and had not pressured her about it at all. He was very true to his “un”-promise – instead of not touching her at all, he touched her compulsively, at any opportunity. Meg was becoming more and more used to the feelings he could conjure in her with just a glance across the dinner table, and was glad that he’d refused to comply with her ridiculous demand – not that she’d ever admit that to him in a million years. Before she let him know that she was accepting, she wanted to make some administrative arrangements, get her mail forwarded, etc. One of her first phone calls was to the small town bank that held the mortgage on her tiny condo. She spoke to a customer service person that took her temporary change of address, but also let her know that her next mortgage payment wasn’t due until October. That was impossible, she contended. The woman was adamant. They’d received a large payment to the account about seven days ago by wire transfer, which originated from a bank in Texas.
