Bil y had never taken me on a horse drawn carriage ride.
Bil y had promised a mil ion romantic promises but he’d never even bought me flowers. Hel , none of my boyfriends ever bought me flowers.
“What’s the matter?” Hank asked when my body locked and refused to move.
I felt it happening. I hated it when it happened without warning. My nose was stinging and I was trying to fight it but I just knew I was going to cry.
Hank turned me to him and looked down at me.
My nostrils were quivering.
Shit!
There was nothing worse than the nostril quiver.
I dropped my head.
His hand came to my neck. He cocked his head and bent low to look at me. “Jesus, Roxie, what’s the matter?”
“Let’s just go,” I whispered.
“She okay?” the driver asked.
“Sunshine…” Hank said softly, his hand at my neck sliding around my shoulders and his other hand going around my waist, pul ing me to him.
“Let’s just go,” I repeated but it was kind of muffled against his chest because my head was stil tilted down and my face was pressed against him.
“You want my hankie?” the driver asked.
One of Hank’s hands went away then came back to my chin and he tilted my head up. This was unfortunate considering the fact that I was now out-and-out crying.
I slid my eyes to the side so I couldn’t see Hank because everyone knew, in an embarrassing situation, if you couldn’t see the person you were trying to hide from, they weren’t actual y there.
He wiped my face with a blue bandana and didn’t say a word.
“Don’t mind me,” I said on a sniffle, stil looking to the side. “I cry a lot.”
Hank didn’t say anything.
“I cry at commercials,” I told him.
Hank stil didn’t say anything.
“I cry when I watch Terms of Endearment which I’ve seen, like, a dozen times,” I went on.
Hank stayed quiet.
I took a shuddering breath. “Every time Shirley MacLaine comes out and has that fit at the nurse’s station about getting Debra Winger her medication,” my throat closed at the memory and I swal owed hard, “It gets me.”
“Are you tel in’ me you’re cryin’ because you’re thinkin’
about a movie?” Hank asked.
I shook my head.
“Then why are you crying?”
Final y, I looked at Hank.