“You’re looking very pleased with yourself.” We started down the stairs.
“Holmes had left a message with my personal assistant. A laundry list of things he wanted done.”
“Yeah?”
“These things are more suited for a raw rookie—her words—to handle. I told her to find a raw rookie and let him or her handle it, I was taking the day off.”
“Cool.”
“As I said, I have time due me. I’ll take off a day here and there.”
“You need next week off,” I reminded him.
“I already put in for that. I’m looking forward to spending the week at Key West with you.”
“Yeah?” I was too. I’d never gone away with anyone.
He glanced around quickly and then kissed me. “Yeah.”
* * * *
The week flew past.
On Monday, I went for the final fitting of my tux at Putting on the Ritz. Jacques, the tailor, had done a go
