She knew this. But not thinking about it was like trying to put out the fires of hell with an empty bucket.Making coffee at the diner, she wondered how he would arrive on Wednesday night. In some outrageous and ridiculous fashion, no doubt. In sparkling sequins, maybe, barely outstriding a cheering crowd of adoring fans to bend her back over his arm and kiss his seal of ownership upon her lips? Sigh. Or on a dazzling white horse, with trumpets blasting as he rides into town, sweeps her off her feet, and gallops away into the sunset? Sigh. Sigh. Or would he descend slowly from the sky in a brightly colored balloon, lift her into the basket, kiss her, and turn up the gas for their getaway? Sigh. Sigh. Sigh."Allergies?""What?" She looked over her shoulder at Lu, who was counting out change in the cash register."You sound as if you're having trouble breathing. Are your allergies acting up?""I don't have allergies," she said, stepping down from the stool she'd used to reach the top of the coffeemaker."It's probably all the smoke and fumes from that torch you use.
