Both Jilly’s apartment, “A,” and Kim’s, “B,” sat on the second floor over the shop itself. A smile and an autograph had been all Greg needed to worm that information out of a Things Past salesclerk the day after Kim had left him in his car. No matter what my heart says, my body’s just not in it. Those words had frozen him then, but now, now they gave him hope—at least her heart wanted him. But as he’d promised himself earlier that evening, he wasn’t relying on mere hope any longer. He raised his hand and knocked briskly on the door. As if the occupant welcomed an interruption, it swung open quickly. “Jill—” Kim broke off. “Surprised to see me?” Greg asked. She looked stunned, actually, and even tried to shut the door in his face. He stuck his foot against the jamb and the door bounced off his cowboy boot instead. She stared down at the scuffed leather, then stared back up at his face. “What do you want?” With his palms flat to the wood, he pushed the door open wider and let himself in.
