last two weeks, making love to you and you just calling it good sex? Trying to play it cool, trying not to come on too strong because I was afraid I’d scare you off? Dammit, Deb’rah! You have any idea how I felt when Underwood called me? To know every mile of the way that you could be dying?”
He glared at me across the table until the full import of his words finally sank in. I don’t remember if I was laughing or crying when I got up and went around to his side of the booth and into his arms. That part’s a blur.
What I do remember is that there was absolutely nothing brotherly about that kiss.
Nor the ones that followed.
I could have taken him right there in the booth, but hey! I still had a room, didn’t I?
And checkout wasn’t till one o’clock, right?
We made it with five minutes to spare.
