““I know a guy who has a boat,” she said, a little breathless, a smart smile on her lips now and hunger in her eyes. “I know a guy who has a bed,” he said. “A nice big one. About a hundred yards north of this very spot.” “A bed that requires a long walk through a crowded lobby,” she reminded him. “Do you think everyone thought we were playing tiddledywinks out there on that boat all day long?” “Tiddledywinks? Really? You’re adorable.””