The Little Hours of the Day, According to the Kalendar of the Church of England

Why not? A beautiful day, and it would give her something to do, and he was such a nice, understanding and cool guy. He might be over thirty, but he's not square, she thought, nodding her head in sudden agreement. "I'll get the keys," she said. "And I'll get… some other things," Preston added, grinning with intense pleasure. Some extra special other things… It had been a very fine suggestion, Wendy thought dreamily some hours later, the day blue-and-white, the sea Lucite clear and of long, low waves. The ride around the bay had been beautiful, the magnificent dog, King, barking at the swooping gulls and frothy spray, and she'd had fun pointing out all the homes and points of view as she stood in front, her hands on the windscreen, letting the salty, tangy breeze blow her hair and cool her skin, while David skillfully maneuvered the boat while sitting alongside her at the controls. Then they'd decided to go someplace and just relax, someplace out of the way and secluded, and she'd liked that idea as well, because she was still disturbed by the events of last night, and wanted a little peace and quiet in which to contemplate ...»