Page 130 of Salvage Him
I cursed the console. I needed to getcloser.
Hepulledaway.
I leaned farther and kissed himagain.
He kissedmeback.
"Brooklyn?” Hepulledback.
I covered his hand on my chest to keep him connectedtome.
"We’re going to be fine."Harrisonsaid.
"I know." I laugheditoff.
"What time are you meeting with Professor Stewart?" heasked.
"Eleven o'clock for lunch." I didn’tletgo.
"He is probably the only man I would allow to have lunch with my girl." Harrison squeezedmyarm.
"You trust him?” Iasked.
"With my most precious." He rubbed my cheek with the back ofhishand.
My insideswarmed.
"Then I'll be at Leanne’s for most of theafternoon."
He nodded andsmiled.
"Call me when you land." Iletgo.
"I will." He reached for the doorhandle.
I grabbedhisarm.
I wanted to tell him how I felt. Tell him how much the last few weeks had meant to me. I wanted to tell him Ilovedhim.
"I. . ."
He leaned in close and whispered against my mouth. "Iknow."
I closedmyeyes.
He kissed meagain.
When I opened my eyes, hewasgone.
* * *
Accordingto our credit card bills, Paul was in the United States, a few days in Chicago and another few days in New York. The majority of his time, he spent in California. After a while, I stopped looking and bothered the attorney instead. I wanted the divorcepapers.
He wouldn't return mycalls.
I was tired of waiting, so I agreed to speak to Harrison’s friend, the law schoolprofessor.
I arrived at a little sushi place near the SMU campus. Professor Stewart sat in one of six small tables in the back. I walked down the narrow aisle between the bar on the left and four booths on the right. The place wasempty.
