“Would a friend have done what?”
Pugmire’s eyes narrowed. She knows! And she wants me to confess it on camera…for Connors to hear. “Amanda, how could you throw away all we have?”
Amanda wrenched her wrist from his grip. “There is no ‘we’ and never will be. Get out.”
Get out get out get out…
The echoing words swelled to bursting in Pugmire’s brain. Shapes swam in his vision, like tiny amoebas crisscrossing his optic nerves. His beautiful dream was slipping away, all because of Connors! He took a deep, steadying breath.
“Kiss me before I go,” said Pugmire.
“Arnie…”
“Just once. A lover’s kiss, from your soul to mine.”
“One kiss?”
“And you’ll never see me again.”
Amanda’s lips curved in a wry smile. She stepped forward, her face inches from his. Pugmire took her in his arms.
At firs
