Next day, Jack was back on Mon’s tail, while she stuck to Randy like a fly on flypaper. Watching them together, Jack finally realized she meant more to him than just some Italian dame he was bopping, much more. Thanks to Randy, he got it through his skull at last that it was time to ask her in. To his apartment, to his life.
One good thing about last night. Jack had felt like a stranger in his own place. But that wasn’t it, he saw now. It wasn’t the idea of someone prowling through his private space that had bugged him. It was the feeling there was something missing. He realized now, though, that nobody had been in there. Nothing had been stolen or put where it didn’t belong. But there was something missing. That’s what had niggled at him as he stood there at the front door trying to figu
