This cover, and story, in The New Yorker reminded me this scene from one of Nora's Best Novels:
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"I have to shower," she told him, drawing back far enough to smile again. "I'm still sticky from that last scene."
"I enjoyed watching it. You've fascinating thigh muscles, Ariel."
Amused, she lifted both brows.
"I have aching thigh muscles. And I'll tell you something, if I were to ride a bike for the three or four miles I did today, it wouldn't be anchored to the floor."
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