Jim handed me the platter of pancakes. "How did you sleep?" he asked.
"Very well, thank you."
"These bed frames are old, but the mattresses are very comfortable. I mean, at least mine is," he corrected quickly. "I haven't slept in any other."
He must have been referring to any implication that he had slept with Naomi Addison. Of course, there might have been another woman there before she had come, I realized. The crowns of his cheeks turned a little crimson with the unintended allusion. Who could be shy
er than someone embarrassed not only by what he had said but by what he imagined someone else might think of him?
"Yes, my bed is very comfortable," I said.
Mrs. McGruder brought me a glass of orange juice. "Would you like tea instead of coffee, dear?"
"No, this is fine. Thank you. Is Mrs. Winston still asleep?" I asked, doubting the possibility.
