She waved his concern away.
Buddy took her free hand in his. “I meant every word. You know where I stand. I’ll marry you any time, any place. The ball’s in your court.”
She raised his hand to her lips. “One day at a time, babe.”
After breakfast, she showered and finished packing.
“The car will be here at eight,” she said, applying lipstick.
“Don’t know why you’re doing that. You’re just gonna have to do it again.” He drew her into his embrace, running his hands over her curves as he lowered his mouth to hers. The pain he had been ignoring reared up and seared his heart. “I hate goodbyes,” he murmured, his lips pressed against her shiny, dark hair.
“Me, too. So, until next time, then.” She smoothed his down and cupped his rough cheek.
“The hyenas are waiting for you outside.” He held
