It was nice of him to spend the whole night instead of rushing out immediately after sex, but he was taking too much on himself. She was a big girl. She laughed at her own joke as she pulled the last pan of cinnamon rolls out of the oven and set it on the stovetop to cool. She could take care of herself. And sex with him—wow was the only word that did it justice. Between last night and this morning, they'd done it five times. Some parts were a bit tender, but it was worth it. Walking might be hard, but smiling was easy. He stepped beside her and slipped an arm around her. “That's one satisfied smile you're wearing. Care to share? I could use something to take my mind off the impending press confrontation.” He was acknowledging his fear. It was good he felt comfortable enough with her to talk about it. While he sounded stressed, he wasn’t panicked. Progress. She reached into the drawer on her left and pulled out a spreading knife. “I was just thinking about the fact that we've had sex five times—”
