"His mistake. Eve, do you want to talk to Mira about this?" "No." She considered it another moment, then shook her head and repeated, "No, not now anyway. Dumping on you levels it out a little. Taking him down, all the way down--that'll take care of the rest." For a moment she studied their joined hands, then shifted her gaze up to his. "I didn't want to tell you I'd been scared, much less why. I guess that was stupid." "It was." She scowled. "Aren't you supposed to say something like 'No, it wasn't. Blah, blah, support, stroke, let me get you some chocolate'?" "You haven't read the marriage handbook, footnotes. It's another woman who does that sort of thing. I believe I'm allowed to be more blunt, then ask if you'd like a quick shag." "Shag yourself," she said and made him laugh. "But thanks anyway." "Offer's always on the table." "Yeah, yeah, and the floor, in the closet, or on the front stairs. Time to work, ace, not to play."