At some point he realized that he knew how
she felt—once you know how much you love someone, no one else would do.

“I am not sleeping with you.""We could probably manage it, though. Without getti…”

“But, Marcie had reminded herself, I don’t know the weight of anyone else’s burd…”

“Bailey, where’s your hat?”“In my pocket, sir!”“Why isn’t it on your head?”“Beca…”

“How do you know?”“Well, I don’t, I’m making this up, but I bet I’m right.”