DIABLO
“Did you miss me?” April asks.
The counter is gone in a heartbeat. Arms wrap around her, pulling her close, mouth finding hers like air after drowning. Everything depends on this being real. It is. “What are you doing here?” comes out between kisses, disbelief tangled with joy.
“Thought I would test the bowling scene in Rome. Someone mentioned Goody’s. No name, just a white pin above the door. Can’t quite remember who suggested it.” That familiar grin appears, bright and teasing.
Another kiss steals the answer before words return. Her hand fits perfectly in mine as the walk to the office begins. “It was Abel, wasn’t it?”
She settles into the chair by the desk. I lean against the wall, just looking at her, taking her in as if she might vanish again. “Not exactly,” she says. “It
