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" I nod. “Thanks. Molly was definitely right about one thing, you know.”
A grin inches across his face. “That I’m gorgeous?”
Yes, I think.
“No,” I say. “I meant that you’re a really nice guy, but now it looks like you’re developing this huge ego problem . . .” I swat at him playfully and he catches my hand.
“One more thing. When Deo is back safe and sound . . .” He stops and his shoulders slump.
“What?”
“Well . . . I was about to ask if you’d want to go to a movie or get dinner. But we’d probably have to worry about you picking up a ghost or me realizing the guy at the next table is about to punch his waiter. Maybe we could just watch Netflix and . . .” He stops again and closes his eyes. “I truly suck at this. I was not going to say chill, I swear to God. I was going to say watch Netflix and order takeout.”
I lean forward and kiss him. It’s a quick kiss, just a featherlight brush of my lips against his.
He looks surprised. I probably do too, because that wasn’t at all planned. It just seemed right.
“I’d like that, Aaron. When all of this is over, I think I’d like that a lot. "
― Rysa Walker , The Delphi Effect (The Delphi Trilogy #1)
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" The manager is busy, and our policy is absolute. No respectable establishment—” The man breaks off in midsentence about the time I feel a hand on my elbow.
Kiernan leans in and plants a quick kiss on my cheek. “So sorry to leave you stranded, dearest. You were right—my notecase was lying on the bed, right where I left it. Don’t they have a table?”
The maître d’ lets out a relieved sigh. “My apologies, sir. Your . . . wife . . . failed to tell me you would be joining her. Please follow me.”
“I do hope she wasn’t battering you with the whole women’s rights routine. If so, you have my sympathies. I hear it day in and day out.”
Two middle-aged men at the table we’re walking past seem to find Kiernan’s comment amusing. One barks out a cloud of foul-smelling smoke as he laughs.
There’s this scene in an old martial arts film I watched with Charlayne once upon a time in that faraway reality where the Cyrists and CHRONOS were of no concern. Jackie Chan, or maybe it was Bruce Lee, single-handedly took out every man in the restaurant. While I’m under no illusions that I could actually do that, the feminist inside me would dearly love to try right now. "
― Rysa Walker , Time's Divide (The Chronos Files, #3)