"I haven't seen him since I got here," Jennifer said.
"He's hiding. Anti-social. He'll come out when he's hungry."
"I'm not hungry now," Jennifer said, putting down Wooden Boat. "That was a good dinner. Thanks for taking care of me."
"You're welcome." Oliver turned out his light.
"Nighty night," she said and rolled to her side. The comforter went with her. She switched off her light and snuggled back against him. He pulled the comforter back over him and brushed her hip with his hand.
"I'm glad you came," he said.
"Don't be a stranger," she said, settling closer. Her body was warm and self-contained. He patted her in response and said nothing. A baby? He lay there as Jennifer fell asleep. Her breathing was steady and unhurried. There was a lot to figure out. In the morning . . . He'd figure out what to do in the morning.
He awoke to the smell of coffee and the sound of Jennifer climbing the steps. "Here you are, Sleepy." She put a mug and a small glass down near his head. "Milk in here. You don't use sugar, do you? I don't remember you taking sugar."
"Mmmughh. No. Thanks."
"I'll be right back." She returned with another cup and sat beside him, leaning back on a pillow propped against the wall.