Cash rang the bell at the front gate of Angie’s place. Waited for a full minute before he heard her say, ‘Push the gate, Carter.’
. He pushed. He walked.
She was standing with the front door open, dressed in white linen from top to toe. Billowing shirt and pants, soft, light brown shoes on her feet. She said, ‘Hi. What happened to your face?’
‘Work.’
They stared at each other, Cash reached for her, she let him. He drew her in close to him, kissed her hard on the mouth. She held his forearm tightly. He grabbed her around the waist, pulled her in tight. She kissed him back, their tongues entwined. Softly, slowly, they kissed.
He pulled back, said, ‘You’re something.’
‘Come inside.’
She closed the front door behind them. They came together fast. Cash grabbed her bum tightly; she mimick
