“Like?”
His eyes narrowed, and she wondered whether she was pushing too hard. But damned if she was going to let him talk down to her.
“Like what the hell happened this week,” he said, gravel in his voice. “Like whether I'm one of the good guys, like I always thought.”
She looked at him. “Well, why don't you just admit that, instead of acting like the advice is just for me?”
His expression softened. “I'm not used to admitting things. It's like groveling. But I'm willing to learn.”
She couldn't help smiling. They were quiet for a moment.
“You were right,” she said. “Afterward, it seemed like a dream. The rest of it, too.”
He nodded. “That's the way it works.”
“And then you showed up here. Am I dreaming again?”
“You're not dreaming.”
“Can you prove that?”
“Well, I could pinch you.”
She looked at him. “My apartment is two blocks from here. Why don't you pinch me there?”
They walked fast. She knew this was a bad idea, but she didn't care. And maybe she would never see him again, but she didn't care about that, either. She could figure the rest out later. And she would. She would figure it out. She was sure of it.
