I take it you had a good time," Nana drawled. It was Sunday morning, and Beth had just stumbled down to the kitchen table. Ben was still sleeping upstairs. "We did," she said, yawning. "And?" "And … nothing." "You got in kind of late, considering you did nothing." "It wasn\'t that late. See? I\'m up bright and early." She poked her head into the refrigerator, then closed the door without removing anything. "That would be impossible if I got in too late. And why are you so curious?" "I just want to know if I\'ll still have an employee on Monday." Nana poured herself a cup of coffee and collapsed into a chair at the table. "I don\'t see why you wouldn\'t." "So it went well?" This time, Beth let the question hang for a moment as she remembered the evening. Stirring her coffee, she felt happier than she had in a long time. "Yeah," she offered. "It went well." * * * During the next few days, Beth spent as much time with Logan as she could, without making it seem too obvious to Ben. She wasn\'t sure why that felt important. It did seem consistent with the kind of advice family counselors would offer about the realities of dating when children were involved. But deep down, she knew that wasn\'t the entire reason. There was just something exciting about maintaining the pretense that nothing had changed between them; it gave the relationship an illicit feeling, almost like an affair. It didn\'t fool Nana, of course. Every now and then while Beth and Logan were engaged in keeping up their elaborate facade, Nana would mutter something nonsensical like "camels in the Sahara" or "it\'s like hair and slippers." Later, with Logan, Beth would try to make sense of her mutterings. The first seemed to imply they were meant to be together; the second took a little longer to figure out, and she was stumped until Logan shrugged and suggested, "Maybe it has something to do with \'Rapunzel\' and \'Cinderella\'?" Fairy tales. But good ones, with happily-ever-after endings. Nana being sweet without revealing herself as a softie. Those stolen moments when they were alone had an almost dreamlike intensity. Beth was hyperattuned to his every movement and gesture, tantalized by the quiet way he\'d take her hand as they trailed behind Ben on their evening walks, then release it as soon as Ben rounded into view again. Logan had a sixth sense about how far away Ben had wandered—a skill developed, she guessed, in the military—and she was grateful that her desire to fly under the radar for now didn\'t bother him in the slightest. To her relief, Logan continued to treat Ben exactly as he had before. On Monday, he showed up with a small bow-and-arrow set he\'d picked up at the sporting goods store. He and Ben spent an hour shooting at targets, time that was mainly used searching for wayward shots that ended up in prickly holly bushes or snagged in tree branches, leaving them both with scratches up to their elbows. After dinner, they ended up playing chess in the living room while she and Nana cleaned up the kitchen. As she dried the dishes, she concluded that if for no other reason, she could love Logan forever simply because of the way he treated her son. Despite maintaining a low profile, they still found excuses to be alone together. On Tuesday, when she got home from school, she noticed that with Nana\'s permission, he\'d installed a porch swing so "we don\'t have to sit on the steps." While Ben was at his music lesson, she reveled in the slow, steady motion of the swing as she sat beside him. On Wednesday, she rode with him to town to pick up another load of dog food. Everyday activities, but simply being alone with him was enough. Sometimes when they were in the truck together, he\'d put his arm around her and she\'d lean into him, savoring how good it felt. She thought about him while she worked, imagining what he was doing or wondering what he and Nana were talking about. She pictured the way his shirt would tack against his skin with perspiration or his forearms would flex as he trained the dogs. On Thursday morning, as Logan and Zeus walked up the drive to begin work, she turned from the window in the kitchen. Nana was at the table, slowly working her way into her rubber boots, a challenge made more difficult by the weakness in her arm. Beth cleared her throat. "Is it okay if Logan takes the day off?" she asked. Nana didn\'t bother to hide the smirk on her face. "Why?" "I want to get away with him today. Just the two of us." "What about school?" She was already dressed, her own lunch packed. "I\'m thinking about calling in sick." "Ah," Nana said. "I love him, Nana," she blurted. Nana shook her head, but her eyes glittered. "I was wondering when you\'d just come right out and say it, instead of making me come up with those silly riddles." "Sorry." Nana stood and stomped a couple of times, making sure the boots were snug. A thin layer of dirt collected on the floor. "I suppose I could handle things today. Probably be good for me. I\'ve been watching too much television anyway." Beth tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you." "My pleasure. Just don\'t make a habit of it. He\'s the best employee we\'ve ever had." They spent the afternoon wrapped in each other\'s arms, making love over and over, and when it was finally time for her to return home—she wanted to be around when Ben got home from school-she was certain that Logan loved her as much as she loved him and that he, too, was beginning to imagine spending the rest of their lives together. The only thing that marred her perfect happiness was the sense she had that something was bothering him. It wasn\'t her—she was sure of that. Nor was it the state of their relationship; the way he acted when they were together made that obvious. It was something else, something she couldn\'t put her finger on, but in thinking back, she realized she\'d first noticed it on Tuesday afternoon, just after she\'d gotten home with Ben. Ben, as usual, had darted from the car to play with Zeus, anxious to burn off energy before his music lesson. As she stood visiting with Nana in the kennel office, she spied Logan standing in the yard, his hands in his pockets, seemingly lost in concentration. Even in the truck, as he\'d slipped his arm around her, she could tell he\'d remained preoccupied. And tonight after his game of chess with Ben, he\'d wandered out onto the porch alone. Beth joined him a few minutes later and took a seat beside him on the swing. "Is something bothering you?" she finally asked. He didn\'t answer right away. "I\'m not sure," he said. "Are you upset with............