A little thread of anger went through her, thinking of the other women he had been with, and she had to physically shake her head to stop herself from dwelling on it. Stupid Granger. Don’t get jealous over women you don’t know. For all she knew, he had never been with anyone else. She certainly hadn’t. But he was much more familiar with sex than she was—he seemed to just instinctively know the rhythm of things, the little dance of moving and adjusting and the tempo she craved. He had to have learned that somewhere, with someone. 