“Perfectly,” I laughed.

“You told me to lock the door, and I was about ten seconds from calling the police.”

He laughed with me.

“I can’t blame you.

Fresh out of a divorce, and a strange man asks you to shut yourself in a room with him.” Then he looked down at his legs.

“Thank God you noticed my foot move that night.”

“That wasn’t the important part,” I told him.