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much less wear and tear on both of them. |
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"I didn't mean that kind of indefinite," Peter said indignantly, and then after a short pause, "Do you see a light at the end of the tunnel, Linda? I want you, but I want Aunt Em too. I want" He reached toward her again, jerked away, and started the engine of the car with a vicious twist of the key. "We'd better get back to the hotel. If we stay out here in the dark, I'm going to drag you out into the nearest ditch." |
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Linda bit her lip, determined not to laugh. How she could love Peter so much and not feel a single impulse toward a full moon, violins, and sweet music or candlelit intimacy was amazing. It wasn't that she didn't want to touch Peter, to kiss him, to make loveshe certainly did, even after the fiasco they had been through. She wanted him so much that all the fancy extras weren't necessary. With Peter she would enjoy making love on a subway platformprovided they were alone. She didn't need the tinsel trappings of romance. |
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"If you'd told me," she said, with only the faintest quiver in her voice, "I'd have brought a blanket." |
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Peter choked. "Efficiency expert," he said. There was a faint bitterness in his voice, but the tension of frustration eased. |
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For a few minutes Peter gave all his attention to backing the car out of the farm track. Neither spoke again until they were safely back on the main road, but when they turned toward the city and their hotel, Peter sighed heavily. |
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