She thought long and hard about what he said for about as long as it took him to get outside. Then she hopped up and went to the window, the blanket wrapped around her, and watched him unload the car.

She didn't have good words for what she felt about him, but she thought his were okay. Love was big, it was huge. It was more than work, was outside his marriage, it was scary as fuck. It was also a much better answer than her being crazy for why she was putting so much of herself into this.