I watched him continue to fight the grin as he replied, “I think I might get away with getting physical when I caught Harvey Balducci in the middle of a kidnap attempt.”
I sighed quietly but with relief. Well, at least that was good news.
Then I asked, “Will Daisy get into trouble for attacking him?”
He shook his head. “As far as any of the witnesses were concerned, Daisy Sloan was simply in on the rescue and, maybe, her nails slipped a bit.”
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?”
It was at that Hector stopped fighting back the grin and let it happen.
I stared. His grin was nearly as good as his smile. Who thought that could even be possible?
Then, before I could answer my own question, his head dipped.
Then, seriously, no kidding, his lips touched mine in a barely-there kiss.
After 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.”
All I could think was; he was so right. It was time for me to go home.
Tomorrow I’d think about all of this. Tonight, I was done. So done.
“Time for me to go home,” I agreed.
His grin turned into a blinding, white smile, he leaned in again but only to kiss the top of my head this time.
He took my hand in his and he walked me back into the bar.
Chapter Six
It’s My Lip Gloss
Sadie
“He’s here, he’s here, oh my God, he’s here… and he looks good!” Ralphie chanted, dancing around by the window.
Oh my God.
Hector was here. It was seven o’clock and Hector was here.
I looked at the display on the DVD player. No, it was seven-oh-two.
But Hector was still here.
To take me out to dinner.
And he looked good!
And we were going to “talk”. I knew we were going to “talk” because Hector called Art in the early afternoon and told me so.
I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t even want to go to dinner!
How did this happen?
Oh… my… God.
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