She raised an eyebrow at him. "Because it's so statistically unlikely." She leaned forward and kissed a non-soapy place. "I've always known you were a right guy." She shrugged. "That doesn't always promise being a good one. Guess my first instincts were right."

She read people well, very well, but no one was perfect. He'd had a lot of chances to turn up wrong. So far, even counting the lie he'd told her, he'd kept coming up right. His reaction to her condition, what he understood of it, was more than that.