Chapter Nine
Porco stutter-stepped when he saw her, feeling that same draw to run to her and scoop her into his arms. But something had held him back. First, it was Spinelli’s grip on his arm. Then the tilt of his head and raise of his eyebrow that told Porco he was missing something.
Yeah, he was missing something. The feel of his woman against him. The touch of her cheek to his. The taste of her lips on his tongue. But there was something he wasn’t seeing.
As Porco walked by with his friends, he noted that the people around Jules glared at them. Which was odd. They were all dressed in bright, colorful clothing that harkened back to the sixties and seventies. They looked like they’d stepped out of a history book carrying a banner that said We are flower children.
Though that’s not wha
