Lindi closed her eyes and shook her head. She wanted to giggle like a teenager. "I can't believe you just said that."
He tried to look innocent. "It's the truth. Why not say it?"
She pulled him down to her with her arms around his neck. "Well, for the past five years, Mr. Palm and his five strapping sons helped me out, too."
He laughed and held up her hand; it looked small and pink against his. "Strapping? Not quite." He kissed her, their mouths moving together, exploring each other.
Making love with him was so good, Lindi feared she'd be addicted to him for the rest of her life. She moaned and writhed on the white silk sheets. Who was she kidding? She couldn't imagine being this way with anyone else.