Michael set his hand on my leg. “Let’s skip town,” he said. “Why don’t we pack a quick bag, head down to New York for the night. Just like old times. We can get a room at the Gramercy Park, head out to Les Halles for steak frit, maybe a hit a bar or two. Just like we used to do.” It sounded very appealing. Getting out of town for a night. God it sounded good. “Do you think it’s a good idea to leave Robyn?” “She needs rest, Bec. Not visitors. Besides, she’s got her mother and we’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.” Michael was making sense. But there was just one more obstacle. “What do we use for money?” He tossed me a grin. “Got a few bucks put away.” “You robbed a convenience store and got away with it. Congratulations.” “I’ve been selling the occasional news piece,” he offered. “Strictly online fluff stuff.” We pulled into the apartment complex. Michael parked the truck in my designated spot. As we walked around the building to the terrace, I couldn’t help but notice how the sky was blackening, how the clouds were gathering with some speed.
