From The Grey House:
Natalia laughed, feeling herself blush a little. It was odd to listen to him talk about another woman. “You didn’t even know her name?”
“Didn’t matter. I’d been dreaming about her for almost eight years. All I wanted was to be with her.”
“Was it as good as you dreamt?” Her voice teased.
In the lights of a passing truck, she saw him blush. “Better. She didn’t go away when we were done.”
