"I only have one sleeping bag, and it will only accommodate one person. Until I'm married, I see no reason to get a larger one."
He chuckled. "I was afraid you were going to say something like that."
As she watched him drive away, she marveled at the difference between him and Denton. Why did she feel so depressed when she was with Denton and so elated when she was with Keaton - Justin? For the first time she spoke his given name. It sounded melodic. In spite of her bold kiss, he still realized she was conservative enough to say no. For some reason, his respect was important - even crucial.
Denton was flashier, more polished and ever the gentleman in his behavior. Of course, Denton wasn't physically attracted to her - nor was she to him. Her cheeks burned anew as she recalled what would hereafter be etched in her mind as the kiss. Never had a kiss affected her so dynamically. Could it have been mutual? If only she could be certain his interest wasn't inspired by thoughts of monetary gain. Who was he? Why had he been chosen, and why had he accepted the job?
She sighed. If his interest in her was feigned, what harm was there in playing along? "Forewarned is forearmed," she quoted under her breath. Whether he was pretending or not, his casual compliments and positive attitude were making her vacation days more enjoyable than any of the last 360 days of her life. Why not simply enjoy his companionship? What was it Justin had said? "Don't analyze it to death."