Thursday, September 11, 2014
Friday, September 5, 2014
“No, it’s not a good idea. I need wide open spaces when I’m around you,” she added.
“It’s not like you have a lot of choices.”
“Wow. I’ve waited all my life to hear a guy tell me that.”
“C’mon, Ivey. Let me help. Just stay the night and we’ll figure things out in the morning. You don’t have much time to decide, because this offer is going to be rescinded in about ten seconds. And then what will you do?”
“I’ll figure something out!” But she took another pointed look in the direction of the FBI. One thing you could say about those men was that they didn’t look friendly.
“Yeah, and there is the park. Of course, the bench isn’t very comfortable, and Burt won’t let you sleep on it. I tried once.”
“Look, I don’t want to be any trouble.”
“Ten, nine, eight, seven . . . ” He began the countdown.
“Would you stop counting?”
“Five, four, three . . . ”
“Fine! If it will get you to shut up, I’ll stay with you. Temporarily.”