Even though Roscoe had entered the house without a sound that day, she didn’t startle when he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. It was as if Ginny had been waiting for just such a thing to happen even though she couldn’t remember ever desiring it. Among the many emotions she’d felt when sleeping with him the first time, the strongest was relief. Like a century’s old puzzle had been solved; one that ensured her survival. The reasons for staying in the relationship eluded them. They just continued, the way they’d always done—as warden and cook.
