A gap; an opportunity presents itself, enter swiftly 2. Spies] NEW YORK/TOKYO/KEY WEST/YOSHINO SPRING, PRESENT His heart leapt when he saw her. She broke through the cordon of milling people, her long legs pumping, and raced into his arms. “Oh, Nick,” she cried into his chest, “I thought you were never coming home.” He lifted her head up so he could drink in the colors of her large eyes, the swirled sienna and bottle green that could have been hazel but was not. The bright crimson motes danced in her left iris. He saw that she had been crying. “Justine.” His sigh set her off again, and he feh the slow crawl of her hot tears as their lips crushed together and her mouth opened under his, her sweet warm breath mingling with his, and he thought, It’s good to be home. “I’m sorry about how that call ended,” she said. People were shouldering roughly past them and he became aware that they were blocking the egress from the incoming flight. He moved them quickly off to the side.
