It was after eleven by the time the last of the guests
took their leave and Emma fell into bed. Karen had checked into a motel in
Nappanee, and Andrew had gone home with Adam. Emma felt a hint of nervousness
at being alone with Joe.
He sat on the
edge of her twin bed, and it creaked under his added weight. “I didn’t see much
of you tonight. Are you okay?”
She breathed in his scent, a mixture of toothpaste,
aftershave, and a little perspiration. She shifted slightly, away from the
weight of his hip. “I guess I am. As well as I expected, anyway.”
