"But what do I tell the police?" Sarah asked Ryan.
He spread his hands. "Anything you want."
"But..." Sarah wanted to tell him, 'But I do not want you to go.'
He looked at her for a moment, as if he could read her mind, before he said, "I will call you."
"Isn't that what every man says? And never does?" Sarah asked him.
He looked at her for another second, and then he came back. And grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her off the sofa, and planted a kiss on her lips. It was quick and hard and surprisingly thorough, and when he let her go, she sat down again with a thump.
"I will call you," he said again, with emphasis. Sarah did not bother arguing. She would not have bothered to argue even if she could have gotten her vocal cords to cooperate. There was no sense in arguing with so
