when he shut the Chevy down, near Samantha’s apartment. He sat in the car, frozen by the thought of Fiza. While there’d never been anything explicit said between them, he couldn’t help feeling that he’d cheated on her. And Fiza’s frosty but civil response didn’t change that. Worse, though he was looking forward to seeing Sam, the week had gone by without her crowding his thoughts. Yet this was the first person he’d slept with since Kate’s death. What kind of sense did that make? It was just after eight when he buzzed her apartment, then climbed the steps to her door. When it opened, Samantha greeted him wearing a long black cardigan. As she slid her arms around him, he realized that was all she was wearing. All his reservations flew, and he was about to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, when she said, “Hey, let’s slow down a moment. I’ve ordered in from Thai Village. I’ve chilled the champagne … I thought you were the delivery guy, and even the delivery guy takes his time.”
