In case she was, I thought I'd lead into it gently. When the baseball talk had wound down, I said, "Sabrina, I really like you. You are a breath of fresh air in my life."

And that was all it took. A minute later she was in my bed and we were naked. Go figure.

*****

We woke up the next morning wrapped in each other's arms. Despite the fact that she was the one who entered my bed, she was oddly hesitant about sex, as if she hadn't had a lot of experience. I found that strange. At thirty-four, and as gorgeous as she was, I would have expected her to be an expert. She certainly had the desire though; she latched onto me and wouldn't let go, as if the mere touch was all she needed. There was a story here. Hopefully I'd hear it someday.

The nice thing was, there was no morning-after awkwardness. After we woke up, we held each other for close to a half an hour, made love—still with some of the strangeness I felt earlier—then showered together. Not a lot was said, but it all felt good.

When we were back among the living, we talked about our plans for the day. But there was a different feel as we talked, the silent acknowledgement that we were now a couple. Our night together wasn't a one-night stand, and it wasn't simply two people thrown together using each other for support. It was deeper, and we both knew it.

As tempting as it was, we decided to pass up the toast buffet and eat something later. Sadly, they had never heard of Dunkin Donuts in Fairfield, Iowa.

Our one and only goal was to find out what happened to the art gallery, and more importantly, the paintings. If we were able to figure out why Bruce had come to Fairfield to deposit the painting, that would be a bonus.

There was a light rain falling. We'd have to get rain gear. That was good. A hood would cover Sabrina's hair, her most noticeable feature. I'm not sure it mattered that much for me, I had a pretty forgettable face. But I decided the hood wouldn't hurt. Between the new car and the raincoats, if there was anyone in town looking for us, we were pretty invisible.

Before venturing out, we boned up on the history of Fairfield, or rather, Sabrina did. I decided it was time to find out a little about my ancestors. While Sabrina was gathering information on the town, I joined Ancestry.com and looked at my family history. I found what I was searching for almost immediately.

I put my name in and my birth information popped up. It showed my birthdate 38 years earlier, and my birthplace as Northampton, Mass. Then it listed my parents. I had no interest in my mother's side of the family, so I confined my clicks to my father's side. My father was Robert Bruce. His father was Robert Bruce. His father's father's name was a little more daring—Bruce Robert. You've gotta be kidding me. And I end up with Delmore?