But it was too late. Chrissy had been moving faster and faster, and crying louder and louder, and now she suddenly arched her back, uttered one final, drawn-out cry—“AHHHHHHHhhhhh!”—and collapsed onto the sawhorse. Now that the day was nearly at hand she was having second thoughts and she mulled things over as she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen…where she discovered all the pans from last night in the sink, where Peter had obviously put them to soak, and the dirty dishes and silverware in the dishwasher. God, what a sweetheart. She couldn’t believe he was real, and hers.
Which brought her back to the scenario she had set up for tomorrow. Xxx He frowned for a moment and then his face cleared, and he smiled. “Well, I guess you do. You’re certainly the only girl I know who would give me another girl to
