She had a glow inside her that wouldn’t quit. After she and Bruce had returned from the police station on Tuesday night, they had moved his things into her bedroom in the cottage. Otis the cat had not been pleased; they’d found him sleeping on her coverlet by himself in the dark, but Bruce had scooped up the gray tabby cat and told him he could either go outside or stay downstairs on the couch, but nobody was sharing a bed with Natalie other than him. She laughed to think of it, ignoring the bank form that she was supposed to be completing. She didn’t think she’d had such complete happiness, ever. She and Bruce made love before she went to work. They made love at her lunch hour, when she drove back to see him at the guest house. They made love after work, and once he’d taken her into the ocean at midnight, though she’d been careful to wear her earplugs. He was amazing. Inventive. Attentive. And he was all hers.
