by Celia Jerome
“I’ll think about it.” When my head wasn’t filled with thoughts of getting him naked.
“That’s good enough, for now.”
So was his tender lovemaking, for now. It had to be. He left with Lou before daybreak.
They were going straight to the Air National Guard airport in Westhampton with Borsack’s suitcase. They’d fly to Washington, then board a secured, secret government flight to England.
And I would go back to my apartment in the city.
I’d finish my book. I already had a sequel in mind, Night Mares in the Hamptons. I’d see about flying down to visit my father if I could face the plane ride. If I could, maybe I’d apply for a passport and book a trip to England, just to see.
Or I could call Van and invite him out to Paumanok Harbor for a long weekend.
A bouquet of roses was waiting when I smuggled Red into the apartment. The enclosed card had the symbols from my mother’s wedding ring, along with some new ones Grant must have figured out to represent One life, One heart, I and Thou, One forever.
Under the symbols he’d written, You and me, babe.
Maybe I’d apply for that passport tomorrow.
