43When I got those flashes, I didn’t give in to the urge to Google Pat.
Not until I was zapped three days ago.
And now, here he was, beside me in the flesh. Grasping what I meant as the words spilled out of my mouth.
I stopped readjusting every time my body bumped his.
His solid warmth made me feel stronger.
The spicy scent of his cologne lifted my spirits.
The familiar comfort smoothed the work flow.
By late afternoon, we had a sketchy plan. We’d be able to flesh it out before I phoned Tom.
I called a break.
“I need relief from these autumnal surroundings. I think we can safely venture down to the hotel restaurant.”
“Same decor,” Pat warned. “The menu doesn’t redeem it.”
He put the laptop to sleep and got to his feet.
“Come on,” he said. “I know an out-of-the-way place you’ll
