I figured Miguel might still be there trying to get caught up with his work. Or with Tina. Traffic wasn’t too bad getting across town. It seemed to go even faster when I suddenly got cold feet. “What am I going to say to him?” I asked Cole after filling him in on what had happened. “If he doesn’t want to be with me, he doesn’t want to be with me.” He shrugged. “Sometimes you have to hear it from the horse’s mouth, I guess.” “I feel stupid. I should probably just go home.” But that didn’t sit well, either. I had a powerful need to see Miguel’s face and look into his eyes as he told me that he loved Tina. I had a sense about these things, or at least I always thought I did. That sense was telling me that Miguel had been genuine with me while we’d been gone. Or were my emotions clouding my judgment? We got to Miguel’s legal office, which was located in a run-down building in a bad part of town.
