I smiled at her. Then I went back to running my hands gently down her arm, encouraging some of the dead stuff to come off. It would take a few days for her to get back to normal.
“Oh,” she said, studying my face.
Then she sat up in the water, twisted a little toward me, and slid both of her arms around my neck. She pulled my mouth down to hers with a strength that no longer surprised me.
But the sudden, sweet, almost desperate softness of the kiss that followed nearly knocked me into the tub.
And in the middle of it, she breathed, “I love you, too.”
We were about halfway to Finland when Chris asked, “You seeing this?”
“The Crown Vic behind us?” I asked. “Yeah.”
“Yeah, them,” Chris said impatiently. “And also the other two cars.”
I frowned. I was driving the Munstermobile, which Ch
