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person simply dislike something without having a reason?”
    He supposed it were possible. But hating sex? She’d said that the first night she’d dreamt of him. Each night as they’d gotten closer to making love, he’d begun hoping her statement was a meaningless dream aberration, akin to spotting a pink and blue cat. Though relieved that she’d never been assaulted, he was even more confused. He continued to probe. “When was the last time you had sex?”
    “Let’s see, I’m twenty- seven, so five years.”
    Five years! “And you haven’t missed it? Craved it?”
    “No.” She moved string beans around on her plate with the tines of her fork.
    Keith was speechless. How could such a sensual creature not want to be loved, cherished, or fucked? “How many…lovers have you had?”
    Her deep amber eyes narrowed. “I suppose I should let you get all these questions out, but I want you to know that that is not a question you ever ask a lady. And I will answer you, but after tonight, this is a dead subject. I’ve been with two men. I tolerated them when they wanted sex, but I don’t intend to ever get myself into that sort of relationship again, where I’m doing things that I’m not comfortable with merely to please someone else.”
    He was hesitant to ask more questions , because he really didn’t want to picture her with other men. However, as this was his one opportunity, he continued. “Were your previous lovers inexperienced?”
    “The first one was. The second one wasn’t. Believe me, I thought of that. It wasn’t them. It was me. I simply don’t care for the process. I don’t mind kissing, hugging, cuddling, but that’s as far as it’s going to go with me. Can you handle that?”
    “I want to be with you,” he said slowly. He didn’t consider himself a prurient person, but he wasn’t a holy man. He didn’t want to lie to Imani, but he didn’t think that committing to a life of celibacy was possible for him. “What about children? Do you want them?”
    “Yes. But that’s what in vitro fertilization is for.”
    Keith shifted in his seat. “Are you interested in marriage?”
    “Would you really want to marry me, knowing that we’d never have sex?”
    “I’d be proud to call you mine.” He didn’t mention that he’d felt like she was his since the first second he’d seen her.
    “You seem like a sweet guy, Keith, and I don’t want to hurt you. But if you think I’m going to change my mind or that if you propose it will make a difference, you’re wrong.”
    He laughed. “You just called me sweet and insinuated that I’m manipulative in the same breath. Since ‘sweet’ isn’t an adjective a man aspires to, I’m not sure which is worse.”
    She smiled. “Sweet is good. It’s gotten you this far, hasn’t it?” She stood and cleared their dishes. He followed her to the kitchen and helped her clean up. When they were done, she leaned back against the counter. “So, what have you decided? Do you want to keep seeing me?”
    There was only one answer he could give. “Yes.”
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    They strolled hand in hand down the cobblestone path. “This is beautiful, Keith.” Imani was impressed with his gardening skills. “You’ve put those books on botany to good use.” He had the healthiest plants blooming in his back yard. Solar lights lit their way as the sky darkened. His dog, aptly named Bear, followed them. The dog reminded her of a stuffed teddy. She’d petted him, but Keith had warned that Bear probably wouldn’t allow her to touch him when he wasn’t around. Bear didn’t bite but he was standoffish. It was the nature of the breed.
    He shrugged. “It’s nothing.”
    “You’re so modest,” she said and meant it. They’d discussed his books. Not once had he seemed arrogant about his achievements at a relatively young age. He’d just turned thirty. They made their way back to the porch and sat on the bench there. The night was cool and she didn’t