QUOTE : The next morning Becky was going to call Felix, but Mike had a better idea.<br /><br />“I haven’t bought you a Christmas present yet. If you don’t mind getting it early, I thought we could fly to L.A. and surprise Felix.”<br /><br />Becky gaped.<br /><br />“Good,” Mike said, “because I already reserved the tickets.”<br /><br />Through Celeste, Mike had learned that Felix was in Los Angeles.<br /><br />“You should go see him at the studio,” Celeste said. “I’ll call in your names. How I wish I could be there to see his face! This is a wonderful thing. Next time I see you, Michael, I will kiss you. You should warn your wife.”<br /><br />“I should warn myself,” Mike said.<br /><br />Becky could hear Celeste’s warm voice coming over the phone, and saw Mike’s neck flush. When he hung up, he said defensively, “She was being nice. She does not dig me.”<br /><br />“She’s going to kiss you.”<br /><br />His neck flushed darker. “She won’t. She was kidding.”<br /><br />“She will. She’s French. Kissing for her is like a genetic tic.