His entire face, a face minus a certain small scar, was wreathed in smiles. “I’ll be here.”
She didn’t want him to leave, even for that short amount of time, and he didn’t seem to want to, either. He grabbed both of her hands and held on.
After a few minutes, and more prodding from the cat, they broke away from each other. “I’ll see you at six,” he said, walking backward toward the door.
“Six,” she promised. “Oh, and Max?”
He stopped.
“I’ve started working on my own book.”
“Really? That’s great!”
“It’s called ‘Tips for the Self-Employed: Stripping Down to the Basics.’”
“Love it.”
“Oh, you have no idea.” But give her a few days and he would.
After he left, Tensley started humming as she put a hand lightly on the counter for balance. She put one leg forward, then curled it around a virtual pole and executed a spin. Perfect.
Oh, yeah. I still have it.
Wait until Max saw her use it.
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