We were down almost the entire game and Darrell was not having a good game. But somehow, with six seconds left, we were down one point, with the ball....Coming out of the timeout, I saw how cool Darrell had walked onto the court with an air of confidence. I didn’t think he really deserved to act like that because his bad play was the reason why this game was close in the first place. Despite this, I’ll never forget that he seemed as in control as he did on Friday.When the ball was inbounded, it. ”“If we made love, then why doesn’t that mean I love you?” she asked, clearly frustrated.“All right,” he said, patiently. “If you want to believe that because we made love, some of that love will always be shared between us, then I agree. Even if we never do it again, we’ll always have the memory of what happened. That kind of love, I’ll admit to.”“You don’t love me?” she asked, her voice somewhere between sulky and hopeful.“If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t have done that with you,” he. M.Shit, I had slept the whole day away."Fuck it," I thought as I rolled onto my back and stretched. I was not as young as I used to be, so my recovery time was a little longer these days. Especially after an intense workout like that. My wife entered the room and sat on the bed next to me. She was wearing a sly smile and had a gleam in her eyes."Betty is coming over later," she told me, "to thank you for your performance last night... and this morning."She reached over with one hand and put her. " I don't mind, men, you know, being men," she said, glancing my way. Arabella handed me back my knife and gave me a stern look."Might be better if you stayed here and learned cooking and nursin' from Arabella. I know she'd look after you best she could." I can shoot," Jake said, lowering her dark eyebrows. "I'm no damn cook." Now, don't get so riled," I said, still trying to figure out how I could have looked at that lean face and not seen the girl under the freckles and windburn. I guess no.