![]() ![]() I knew we were going to “talk” because Hector called Art in the early afternoon and told me so. No, it was seven-oh-two.Īnd we were going to “talk”. I looked at the display on the DVD player. It was seven o’clock and Hector was here. “He’s here, he’s here, oh my God, he’s here… and he looks good!” Ralphie chanted, dancing around by the window. He took my hand in his and he walked me back into the bar. His grin turned into a blinding, white smile, he leaned in again but only to kiss the top of my head this time. Then, seriously, no kidding, his lips touched mine in a barely-there kiss.Īfter that, while I was blinking rapidly and trying to remember how to breathe, his head came up and he said, “Time for you to go home.”Īll I could think was he was so right. Then, before I could answer my own question, his head dipped. His grin was nearly as good as his smile. ![]() It was at that Hector stopped fighting back the grin and let it happen. My eyes got round as I repeated, disbelief dripping from my words at his stunning prevarication, “Daisy was in on the rescue and her nails… slipped a bit?” ![]()
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