Ann-Marie was leaning against the door near the post office. Beau hesitated, noticed she’d seen him, and sighed.
“You don’t have to avoid me, too,” she said. Snake-like, quick, she punched him three times in the upper arm before he got a hand up to block her.
“Nice to see you, too,” he said. “Look, I’m sorry.”
“You stupid ass,” she said, drawing him into one of her fierce, angular hugs. He counted more bruises when she finally let him go. “Where’d you disappear to? You cut your damn phone off? You have any idea how worried I’ve been?”
Beau twined his fingers with hers before she decided to punch him again. “Wait in line with me?” The post office was packed, the weekend before Thanksgiving break and everyone was clearing out their mailbox before the time off. She nodded.
“What are you
