“Yes. I’m downstairs,” he said in answer to her question. “But I’m not coming up right now. I have a little errand I want to take care of before I see you. An errand concerning us. I just wanted to hear your voice.”
She said, “Oh!” pleased, then laughed.
Murray pressed his lips closer to the mouth piece of the phone. His heartburn was gone. The blood was pounding in his ears. He could actually feel her in his arms, her slim, lithe, warm, young body, a blazing torch that seared his senses. A husk in his voice he asked, “Look, honey. How would you like to go to Las Vegas?”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight.”
“With you?”
“With me.”
Her voice caught in her throat again. “I—I’d love to, Al.”
“Good,” Murray said. “Good. We’ll leave in about a half hour. Throw a few things in a bag. Throw quite a few t
