We agreed to make the drive back to my saltbox, since it was closer than his estate. Side by side, we walked through the semi-illuminated and creepy tunnel, shoulder touching shoulder.
He kept squeezing my right hand within his left one as he confessed to me, “You know it was Kat who sent me to find you today.”
“My Kat?” I asked, sounding like I had possession over the woman.
“Yes,” he laughed. “Your Kat. She called me impossible, horrible, a baby, and told me to do one of two things: find you or live with a broken heart.”
“And you didn’t want to live with a broken heart?”
“Not at all,” he said, squeezing my hand again, never letting it go, and maybe never letting me go for the rest of his life. “So I found some balls and hunted you down. Kat told me that you liked to take walks in th
