"I don't have a problem with it," she answered, "I would be there for her if she needed to talk about anything. I get the feeling, though, that your relationship with her isn't the problem. Heather loves you, of course. If she wasn't almost twice your age, she would really love to spend the rest of her life with you. Oh, she never said that to me, but she didn't have to."
That caught me by surprise. First, because I had no idea that Heather felt that way about me. Also, I had thought she was a lot younger—maybe twenty-five or so.
"Heather is thirty-three," Nurse Hamilton said.
Damn, that was just eerie. I thought.
Her hand was still on me. It had worked down to my belly and she was lightly rubbing her hand back and forth along the top of the waistband of my pants. I finally found my vo
