“It’s a cabin in the mountains,” he said. “Just outside of Boston. I haven’t reserved it yet, but I will. I just need you to give me the date. They’ve got a lot of open slots this winter. I thought maybe we could go for two nights and have some fun. Get off the island. They’ve got snowshoe trails and cross-country skiing right on the property.”

“This is great,” she said. “No skiing. Though I could do cross-country, it’s been years. Snowshoeing is the best. I don’t even trip using them either. At least I didn’t as a kid. This is a great gift.”

“You tell me what works for you and I’ll put in for the time.”

She jumped up and grabbed her phone. “How soon could we go?”

He reached for his laptop on the counter and opened it. “I’ve got the page saved, let’s see the dates they’ve got. I was looking at weekends, but I could take days off during the week too. If we went two nights, that would be three days off of work for you, and I wasn’t sure if you wanted to do that.”

“I have nothing scheduled for the last Friday of the month or that Saturday. I can block them off right now if you want to book it. If they are available?”

“They are,” he said.

“Perfect,” he said. “Grab my wallet over there and I’ll secure it.”

She jumped up and got his wallet and tossed it to him and then blocked off her time on those two days and then Thursday afternoon. She had one appointment that morning but then could get ready to leave on Friday.

“I’m so excited,” she said. “Best gift ever.”

“All set,” he said. “See, giving each other gifts isn’t a bad thing.”

“No,” she said, pulling her shirt over her head. “It’s not. I did get you something too. Well, it’s for both of us.”

He started to laugh when he saw the red lace bra she had on. She’d ordered it a few weeks ago.

“You’re a snot,” he said, yanking her forward. “You were going to make me feel bad.”

“No,” she said. “Because it could just be a new bra and panty set for me. I don’t have to wear them around you.”

He turned her after he undid her jeans and was yanking them off of her while she was falling on top of him on the couch.

She started to laugh when he lifted her jeansupand her body was bouncing across his lap, her hair falling in her face and she couldn’t see anything.

“Oh my God,” she said. “You’re going to get me sick doing that.”

“I need to see what the bottom looks like,” he said, pushing them down. “Damn. You wouldn’t be wearing these without me. You’d told me before you don’t like wearing thongs.”

“I don’t,” she said. “And having them on now was only a shortperiod of time. I changed into them when I went upstairs after dinner.”

She found thongs uncomfortable, but after dinner was cleaned up, she’d said she was going to put her clothes away and changed into it. She’d had the bra on all day. That hadn’t bothered her.

She managed to get away from him and pulled her jeans off, leaving her in the matching set she’d purchased with him in mind.

“I think red is your color,” he said. “And not just your hair.”

“I’ve had my hair this color red before,” she said. “I liked it, but it’s a pain to manage.”

“Do you have pictures of that?” he asked.

“I do,” she said. “Don’t tell Jack. I’m not supposed to have anything from my past, but I couldn’t get rid of everything.”

She’d transferred some pictures from her phone to her computer before her digital history was allcut offand most things deleted.

“I’d never say a word,” he said. “Can we be all done talking now?”

“We can,” she said. “Once you get undressed.”

He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head, his short hair standing up some. Then he dropped his jeans and underwear and kicked everything out of the way.