She stood up to kiss me sweetly on the cheek, and then got into the car. “How are you feeling today?” I asked her. “I’m good,” she told me. “I had a good day at work. What about you?” “I’m good too,” I said, taking her hand into my lap and holding it. “I’m glad to see you. I missed you.” “Since yesterday?” she asked, laughing. “Yeah, I know it hasn’t been that long,” I told her. “But I did miss you last night. And all day today.” “I missed you too,” she said, leaning over and kissing me on the lips as she held my cheek with her hand. “So, what do you want to do?” I asked. “Let’s go back to my place,” she suggested. “I’ve got some food I could make you for dinner. And I’d like to have a private place to talk.” “Oh?”
