She had on a white blouse and a gray pencil skirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She’d put her coat on the stool next to her, saving it for him. As Adam moved closer, she moved the coat without looking up from the paper. Adam slid onto the stool. “Been a long time,” she said. Sally still hadn’t looked up from the paper. “It has,” he said. “How’s work?” “Busy, lot of clients.” She finally met his eye. He felt a gentle pow and held on. “But you didn’t call for that.” “No.” It was one of those moments when the noise fades away and the rest of the world becomes background and it’s him and her and nothing else. “Adam?” “What?” “I can’t handle a big thing here. Just tell me what you want.” “Did my wife ever call you?”
