Page 32 of Wicked Dance
“So what happens if I get pulled over?” I ask.
“We call Larry back,” Blitz says.
Right, lawyers can handle anything.
We cruise around the neighborhood. I pass the academy, and the playground where I used to take my brother, and even my old house. Mom’s minivan is in the carport, but I don’t see any sign of them.
When Blitz notices where we are, he sits up. “You want to stop by? Your dad is probably at work.”
I shake my head. “Not today. I’m having a good day. I don’t want to wreck it.”
“Or the car,” Blitz says with a laugh.
I focus on the road. “Distract me and Iwillwreck it,” I say.
“I’ll be good,” he says.
I meander the streets, passing my old church and the movie theater where I had an early date with Blitz. I feel so free, able to go anywhere I want, do anything. I have to get my license!
The concentration gets tiring after a while, so I head back to the hotel. I pull into the circle easily.
The valet opens the door and I have to keep myself from hugging him, instead content to jump up and down. I have a car!
Blitz comes around to take my hand, laughing at my exuberance. “This might be the best reaction to a gift ever!” he says.
Suddenly my Valentine present for him seems woefully inadequate. “Where are we going tonight?” I ask.
“Milan’s,” he says.
“We went there with that executive once, right?” I ask.
“Yes, the one who wanted to do Blitz dance wear.”
We cross the lobby into the hotel. It’s busier now. Lots of couples are wandering around holding hands. They seem to be staying the night for the holiday.
We head up the elevator. I think about my gift for him and how I might spice it up. By the time we get to the top, I have an idea.
