time.”
“Sounds like you’re not really sure about this move,” I said, hopeful.
She looked away, then back. “I’m all over the map, literally. When I think about the low times, I feel like packing. Then I’ll find something while I’m going through my stuff. A piece of jewelry or one of those mushy cards you used to write me in your own words. I’m totally confused.”
My throat tightened. I had plenty to tell her, but I didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Is that what you came here to tell me?”
“That, and a lot of things.”
“Like what?”
“I–I didn’t prepare a speech. I was kind of hoping you’d get all
That got a smile, then a little laughter. We’d seen the movie a few years earlier on one of our first dates, and she’d clearly remembered it as well as I had. “Every now and then, you get me right in the funny bone, you know that?”
Her smile faded, and our eyes met. “What are you thinking?” she asked.
“That I always want to make you laugh. That I wish you’d give us a second chance. That if you insist on trying to sell this place, I’m going to put a full-page ad in the paper saying it’s haunted.”
“Funny. That’s exactly what I told the last buyer to get myself out of the deal.”
“What do you say we go out and talk about this over a couple of drinks?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Anything but a Dark ‘n’ Stormy.”
“Mojitos?”
“Now you’re talking.”
She grabbed her sweater, and we started for the door. “I know a new place over on South Beach. Best Mojito you ever had,” she said.
“Really?”
“I guarantee it.”
She locked the front door, and we walked toward my Jeep. “That wouldn’t be a lifetime guarantee, would it?” I asked.
She climbed into her seat, shooting me a playful look. “One step at a time, bozo.”
“Sure,” I said as I turned the ignition. “Sounds good to me. Really good.”
