What happened between Griff and Caydance on Saturday night was what happens when there is a slow buildup of long, slow kisses on a couch in a beach house. Everything they said to each other was punctuated with desire. How they knew how to respond so perfectly to each other was a mystery, and nothing in the world could be better than that night, except Griff observed, the next time that she was beside him all night long, which would be Wednesday and then Saturday after the Huskies game, the start time of which, he reminded her, had been changed to 4:00 due to Television.

Sunday morning, Caydance woke up in Griff's warm, strong arms. She stretched her body, sleepily. He made a noise that was somewhere between a growl of a hungry bear and the purr of a satisfied kitten as he pulled her more solidly into his arms.

About an hour later, out the window there was a sunny morning view to the ocean. They moved together comfortably in the kitchen, making coffee, sharing the cooking of eggs and bacon, toasting English muffins, warming croissants in the oven, putting butter and jam on the table.