He glanced up at the elegant exterior of the restaurant, but didn’t fully notice it since his attention was on Temaru. “It’s ridiculous, I know,” Temaru said. “You’re in Chicago, but I can’t help it that I keep looking for you, as if you’re going to come walking up the dock or into the shop or into my bedroom. I don’t know how you can feel so close and so far away at the same time.” “It’s the same for me and I think that’s even more crazy. You’ve never been here, we don’t have any memories here, but I keep thinking any minute you’re going to knock on the door.” “I don’t think it’s crazy.” Temaru laughed softly. “But with what I just said, I’m not the best judge.” Ian smiled. He knew Temaru couldn’t see him, but he hoped the warmth came through in his voice. “I think it just shows how much we miss each other.” “Yes, it does.” Ian closed his eyes in a long blink. Now he was the one who heard warmth in Temaru’s voice. Temaru asked, “Now that you have a better idea of what you need to get in order, when will you be back?”
