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force a smile, though she failed at the latter.
    â€œAre you sorry?” he asked her.
    â€œIt isn’t that. It’s . . . I didn’t know I could feel like that. I’m . . . just overwhelmed.”
    He exhaled deeply, clearly relieved. “I know what you mean.”
    â€œThank you for being so . . . so wonderful,” she whispered and hugged him.
    He kissed her quickly, almost perfunctorily, rolled over and locked his hands behind his head. “This is a night I’ll never forget, Susan, and I have a feeling that you won’t either. I have a thousand questions, but I’m not going to ask any of them, because I don’t want to spoil this for either of us.”
    â€œI have questions, too, Lucas, but they’re questions that I have to ask myself.”
    â€œI don’t doubt it. Will you be upset if I leave? I need to come to terms with this, and I can’t do that unless I’m alone.”
    â€œNo. I want you to know that I enjoyed every minute we’ve been together, and that I don’t regret anything.”
    â€œI hope you feel that way when you wake up tomorrow morning. I’ve enjoyed being with you, and I mean that. I’ll let myself out.”
    When she heard the door close, she got out of bed, locked the door and went into the living room to clear the coffee table, but discovered that he had done that. In the kitchen, she found that he put the plates, forks and glasses in the sink and the remainder of the pie in the refrigerator. She poured a full glass of wine, went into the living room and sat down.
    She got what she wanted, but would she be able to live with it? How was she going to reside in Woodmore, see that man and know he thought her different from the woman she was, that his estimation of her would likely be unflattering. He’d said nothing about seeing her again, and he probably wouldn’t because he had promised nothing. And she would rather not see him. What on earth had she been thinking? She gulped down the wine, showered and went to bed. Would she have been better off not knowing how a thorough loving made a woman feel?
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    When Lucas stepped outside the four-unit apartment building in which Susan lived, he turned, locked his hands to his hips and gazed up at her windows. He didn’t expect to see her at one; he needed to assure himself that he’d been there, that he was not hallucinating, that he’d eaten that meal and then had the most satisfying sexual experience that he could recall. He walked up Eighth Street East to his car, got in it and drove to his home facing Pine Tree Park on Parkway Street. But he didn’t want to go inside where, alone and cloistered within familiar walls, events of the preceding four hours would take over his mind and emotions. After putting the car in the garage, he walked around to the back of the house and sat on the deck.
    Lucas regarded himself as a careful, cautious man who did not act impulsively, and he could find no reason or excuse for having allowed Susan Pettiford to seduce him. She attracted him, but she didn’t bowl him over. He shook his head as if in wonder. What was more, she had planned to seduce him, and by the time she served that stupefying pie, he suspected as much. Still, like a lemming bound for the sea, he’d let himself coast right into it. A woman with her looks could find an eligible man any day, so why had she done that with a man she’d seen once and rejected summarily?
    He got up and leaned against a post. Something was rotten in Denmark. He’d hardly gotten inside of her when he realized she had far less experience than a man would expect of a woman her age. Thank God he’d had the presence of mind to use a condom. Shivers raced through him. He hadn’t remembered to examine the condom afterwards to determine whether it broke. He flexed his right shoulder in a quick shrug. Even though he didn’t know her, he doubted a woman