“Dinner would be good,” he said in a soft voice.
My bel y did a curl.
“Maybe Mom and Lottie wil come over. And Tex.”
“I thought your sister was moving to Denver?” he asked.
“She is.”
“They can come over another night.”
My bel y curl graduated to a doo-da spasm.
“Okay,” I agreed.
He touched his lips to mine.
“Why are you leaving so early?” I asked when he was done.
“Got shit to do.”
“My shit?”
“Your shit.”
Wonderful.
I real y was a pain in the ass.
I tucked my head into his throat.
“I’m sorry,” I said against his skin, “I hate this.”
“Mi amor, it’l be over soon.”
“I hope so, who would have thought it but I want my boring, old, normal life back.”
His body shook with soft laughter.
“Chiquita, I’m not sure you’re capable of boring and normal.”
I wished he was right.
“Just you wait,” I mumbled.
He didn’t say anything but I could tel , even in his silence, he didn’t believe me.
“I’ve set the alarm so you can get up later, Bobby’l be
“I’ve set the alarm so you can get up later, Bobby’l be here at 7:30 to take you to Fortnum’s.”
Bobby was another of Lee’s men and I was guessing Bobby pul ed Jet Duty that morning.
I sighed.
“Al right.”
He kissed me, the touch-on-the-lips, touch-the-tips-of-the-tongue kiss. It was one of my favorites.