"Gotta go, Handsome." Jacky appeared at his elbow.
"So soon?"
"Long day tomorrow. Driving back."
"I'll walk you down," Oliver said.
"Where's your coat? You'll get wet."
"I don't need one," he said. They walked down the driveway in comfortable silence. The light rain had gradually wet things through. Branches and leaves were dripping, and the drive was muddy in patches.
"You don't look so great," she said.
"I'm O.K."
"Terrific kid."
"She is. I don't know . . . It's the sex thing."