“Hi, neighbor.”
Peter turned. She wasn"t sure if that was a look of surprise or pleasure on his face.
He quickly wiped his hands on a towel and tossed it on a nearby chair. “Hey. Kate. Good to see you again.”
Good, he"s smiling. That part"s over. Kate walked around the gleaming Mustang, still dripping from its wash. “Well, I figured I"d be a bad neighbor if I never stopped over once while I was here. This is your car?” She ran her hand down the gleaming chrome on the side panel. “Wow.” She wasn"t an old-car geek, but this one was nice. Sleek and powerful-looking.
Good, he"s smiling. That part"s over.“Thanks.” He came over to her, rested his hand on the rear fender.
“Wait…didn"t your dad used to have a beat-up car like this?” She asked, peering inside the passenger window.
“Yup. Same
